Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.
The things I keep going back to, rereading, maybe they say more about me as a reader than about the books. Love in the Time of Cholera, Pale Fire.
I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel.
Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
The eyes those silent tongues of love.
Roosevelt's humor was broad, his manner friendly. Of wit there was little; of philosophy, none. What did he possess? Intuition, inspiration, love of adventure.
What's love if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get back once lost? What's hate if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get rid of once found?
Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.
God's way of answering the Christian's prayer for more patience, experience, hope and love often is to put him into the furnace of affliction.
I love rock-n-roll. I think it's an exciting art form. It's revolutionary. Still revolutionary and it changed people. It changed their hearts. But yeah, even rock-n-roll has a lot of rubbish, really bad music.