“I tended to find lines of poetry beautiful only when I encountered them quoted in prose, in the essays my professors had assigned in college, where the line breaks were replaced with slashes, so that what was communicated was less a particular poem than the echo of poetic possibility. Insofar as I was interested in the arts, I was interested in the disconnect between my experience of actual artworks and the claims made on their behalf; the closest I’d come to having a profound experience of art was probably the experience of this distance, a profound experience of the absence of profundity.”

“beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.”

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.”

“How can the heart and mind work together? The mind wants logic and to travel in straight lines, while the heart wants to be free and travel upward in spirals to dizzying heights.”

“Marry me!” The words quaked from deep within the sepulchre of his rib cage. He could hear sweet songs shoot and soar from his soul. The angels sighed and rejoiced.”

“A herd of gods tripped over themselves running after her.”

“He hesitated, all rational thoughts drowning in the seas of her azure eyes.”

“You miss all the shots you don’t take. True love will appear in your life…if you are brave enough to chase it.”

“Their eyes locked for a single moment, and Nick felt his heart jackhammering violently in his chest like it wanted to crack his rib cage open.”

“When jealousy surges through thy heartLet not thy foolish tongue take part.With my two arms, I do not aspire to touch the sky.So, like a child after its mother, I flutter.Now lust shakes my soul,A wind on the mountain overwhelming the oaks.I know not what to do: I have two minds.Face me, my dear one and unveil the grace in your eyes.And a sweet expression spreads over her fair face.I love refinement and for meLove has the splendor and beauty of the morning star.I yearn and I seek.To you, fair maidens, my mind does not change.”

“I had never seen a more flawless specimen than this wild looking siren.”

“In a land that knew only dark beauty, she was something of a hybrid no one dared touch. But the tall Arab did not appear in the least daunted by her abnormality. No, she saw his eyes. He was not daunted in the least.”

“beneath the pain of your fears, wild and ready, lives your truth, the essence of your singular beauty, hoping, waiting for you to set it free.”

“Inner beauty, warm-heartedness and compassion, is what brings about peace of mind.”

“Beauty is one of the strangest things. It never comes without the pain. But it always comes…eventually.”