Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he shared a one-room apartment.
Self-conscious? Try a wig, a corset, a veil, a beard. Or cultivate shamelessness.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Art = a mad search for individualism.
We must come to the point where we realize the concept of race is a false one. There is only one race, the human race.
Everybody knows that I am one of the greatest fighters of all time and I would beat all those guys.