They will never count me among the broken men.
I work even in the middle of the day, in the full sunshine, and I enjoy it like a cicada.
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.
I never get tired of the blue sky.
Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.
At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.
She was no longer theirs. She was his. And he was hers. And this was their world.
I think to the degree writers are serious, there is a greater tendency for them to write to themselves, because they're trying to compose their own thoughts. They are trying to find out what is in their minds, which is the great mystery. Finding out who you are, what is in your head, and what kind of companion you are to yourself in the course of life. I do think people have very profound lives of which they say virtually nothing.
His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of goose bumps appeared. How did he keep doing this to me? Marcus—who made every girl in the world swoon—had zero effect on me. But one whisper of a touch from Adrian completely undid me.
Dinner's in one hour. If you're not back, sitting at the table, I'll beat you all unconscious with a spatula.