Weave your creative threads in the dark and then when the sun hits them, they will glisten with intricate beauty.
In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality.
A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
I am rooted, but I flow.
Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.
Hillary Clinton believes that it's vital to deceive the people by having one public policy and a totally different policy in private.
For a sentence is not complete unless each word, once its syllables have been pronounced, gives way to make room for the next. . . They are set up on the course of their existence, and the faster they climb towards its zenith, the more they hasten towards the point where they exist no more.
I find it ironic to read stories about myself which have never occurred and are simply so absurd that they are comical. At other times, it is very painful to be so misinterpreted and vilified.
You have to talk about the issue of race, but I can talk to white constituents about racism, if I at least acknowledge that life is not a crystal stair for them either.