Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid.
For me, the person I was becoming when we left was erased, and another one was created.
I learned you pay for your happiness. That's why I don't expect to be happy all the time. I'd rather be surprised by one moment every so often to remind me that joy is possible, even if I have to pay for it later.
if you don't exist in the arts of a culture, you're invisible. The arts are what express the soul of who we are and that expresses our humanity.
Another train will come. Why rush? Why worry? Why go crazy? Another train will come. And sure enough, another train going my way was pulling into the station. My bad mood evaporated. I entered the car smiling, certain that there would be more missed trains in my life, more closed doors in my face, but there would always be another train rumbling down the tracks in my direction.
Tell me who you walk with, and I'll tell you who you are.
How can you know what you're capable of if you don't embrace the unkown?
Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover's privilege.
I like the idea of being a postmodern moral philosopher - or perhaps a perverse moral philosopher.
A professional man of letters, especially if he is much at war with unscrupulous enenemies, is naturally jealous of his privacy. . . so it was, I think, with Dryden.
People don't mind being in prison as long as no one else is free. But stage a jailbreak, and everybody else freaks out.