What is art meant to represent – the ideals of passion, the damage of life, or the fragile truth in between?

We are all here rescuing experience from the jaws of oblivion.

Nothing survives but the truth.

It might be your beat, but it’s not your street.

There is no magic where there is no heart.

Those who feel they are able to grow only if they stop the growth in others, most probably had creation denied them as children, and thus are unable to fully understand its workings.

If it’s a bridge which allows demons to cross, burn it in style.

There is a speck of amber in his dark Constantinople eyes that tells me he could feel like home.

We break the chains when we become loyal to our soul.

What is the value of awe?

To read is to allow a world to inhabit our mind, in silence.

Choose your path, you are the light, or you chase the light.

What an incredible triumph it is – to be who we are, and survive.

If we do not let it in, it cannot harm us.

There is knowledge we can only earn, never acquire.

Whatever makes us happy doesn’t have to be real, but it needs to be true.

Arguing with arrogance is the ultimate way to squander time.

Remembering a deep, yet unrequited love is akin to recalling a war we fought and almost died in. Agony, or anecdote. Nothing in between.

The strange thing about secret enemies is that they were never truly secret.

Just remember, if someone’s ridiculous, it does not mean they are not dangerous.

Mediocrity attacks quality, not dissent.

The time to do what you love is now.

Fighting monsters of one’s own making is the only battle there is.

The photogenic will inherit the Earth.

Leave everything that made you small behind.

Sometimes what we need is a really good enemy.

Demons are not interested in your soul, they’re after your time.

Words like peregrine, and other nocturnal comforts.

Plugging into the collective brain might blow a fuse.

How exhilarating it was to be in love with you. And how irrelevant.

What damages us most is always close.

After a gilded cage, excess is seen as freedom.

That piece of inner wasteland where loneliness becomes comfort.

The long arc of the moral universe bends towards inevitable distortion. (with apologies to MLK & Theodore Parker)

Always leave before the drunken brawl.

A deep love can overcome all manner of horrors, temptations, misunderstandings and separations, but almost never can it survive banality.

It’s our investment in a painful story that keeps us in the story. A sunken treasure never to be retrieved.

Half of my life is a mystery to me. The other half is wonder.

Our intention is our protection.

Ariadne never had a choice.

Our life edits us better than any external authority.

Yet, the love was real.

Fashion can be merciless.

There is no time, only timing.