But why should I cast myself in the ancient female part of victim of men's plots and passions?
I could never throw Love out of the window.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I terribly miss - we all miss, I think - somebody like the great producer Irving Thalberg. He had a foot in both camps: He understood us creative people. And he understood the money people.
I think war and armed conflict is always the last of all the options you have on the table. I think you try to avoid that at all costs. Sometimes it's unavoidable. That's the lesson of World War II. I think the other lesson of the last 50 or 60 years, however, is that, the stronger the U. S. military, the stronger our defense capabilities, the stronger the chances for peace are.
. . . freedom isn't the absence of boundaries; it's the ability to operate successfully and happily within boundaries.
The reason why the stone is red is its iron content, which is also why our blood is red.