We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

The human body is first and foremost a mirror to the soul and the greatest achievement in art is to make that mirror reflect the truth.

I'm not gonna let you hurt me no more