[...] I've come to the conclusion that the artist can not justify life or come up with a cogent reason as to why life is meaningful, but the artist can provide you with a cold glass of water on a hot day.
I wonder now whether inner coldness and desolation may not be the pre-condition for making the world believe, by a kind of fraudulent showmanship, that one's own wretched heart is still aglow.
They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?"-- and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king.
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
I've learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow. - Aladdin
This is the war I fear.
It's an important fact of life, war.
The chief incalculable in war is the human will.
We are muddled into war.
War is failure of diplomacy.
Business is a combination of war and sport.
You cannot make peace with terrorists. The normal dividing lines between war and peace do not apply.
I prefer the path of peace over war.
War is the science of destruction.
In every war, there's looting.
I can't go to war with paparazzi.
War... is harmful, not only to the conquered but to the conqueror.
Either a war has to be fought, or it doesn't.
There is no linguistic war in Montreal.
Every war has its demons.
