Never shall I forget the little faces of the children$$$ whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.

Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion$$$ for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.

Love$$$ known to the person by whom it is inspired$$$ becomes more bearable.

If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity$$$ how much more painful it is to be a woman$$$ to be the electricity$$$ to inspire love.

Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

Solutions are not the answer.

Cell phones are so convenient that they're an inconvenience.

A great artist is always before his time or behind it.

You know$$$ a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody's crazy.