Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.

Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.