When pain comes to me, I leave my physical self. It's just like quietly slipping into the next room when someone you don't want to meet comes along. I can do it very naturally. I recognize that the pain has come to my body; I feel the existence of th...
Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they co...
At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering...
Muller: [interrogating Caravaggio] Look here, for every name you give me, I'll let you keep a finger. You give me something, and you'll keep something. Caravaggio: Don't cut me. Muller: Are thumbs fingers? [to Lieutenant] Muller: Ist ein Daumen ein F...
William of Baskerville: [after finding the secret room of books in the tower] How many more rooms? Ah! How many more books? No one should be forbidden to consult these books freely. Adso of Melk: Perhaps they are thought to be too precious, too fragi...
Didn’t I stand there once, white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper, swearing I’d never go back? And hadn’t you kissed the rain from my mouth? And weren’t we gentle and awed and afraid, knowing we’d stepped from the room of desire into t...
Life is precious and there's not a lot of room for anger.
Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.
To me an audition is 30 crazed people in a room waiting to be axed.
I could have a roomful of awards and it wouldn't mean beans.
The more bombers, the less room for doves of peace.
Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.
I had therefore to remove knowledge, in order to make room for belief.
I just love the idea of going into a room and creating something by myself.
There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.
I get excited about room-service menus! I really do.
A woman's gifts will make room for her.
No one in my writers' room can wear sweatpants.
She may be an uggo, but that dress would turn anyone into a rock star.
Come now, Pendragon Princess. You didn’t get dressed up to die, we both know that.
Government, like dress, is the badge of lost innocence; the palaces of kings are built on the ruins of the bowers of paradise.
