The strongest lesson I can teach my son is the same lesson I teach my daughter: how to be who he wishes to be for himself. And the best way I can do this is to be who I am and hope that he will learn from this not how to be me, which is not possible, but how to be himself. And this means how to move to that voice from within himself, rather than to those raucous, persuasive, or threatening voices from outside, pressuring him to be what the world wants him to be. And that is hard enough.

Somewhere, on the edge of consciousness, there is what I call a mythical norm, which each of us within our hearts knows 'that is not me.

Im waiting, for what, my kind of people, what kind is that, i can tell my kind of people by their faces, by something in their faces.

The crowd would have forgiven anything, except a man who could remain normal under the vibrations of its enormous collective sneer.

Be ugly, be God

You're so beautiful, Dominique. Its such a lovely accident on God's part that there's one person who matches inside and out.

For our face and body were beautiful. Our face was not like the faces of our brothers, for we felt not pity when looking upon it. Our body was not like the bodies of our brothers, for our limbs were straigth and thin and hard and strong. And we thought that we could trust this being who looked upon us from the stream, and that we had nothing to fear with this being.

She had never done these things before; she did them expertly. She had a capacity for action, a competence that clashed incongruously with her appearance.

We are not used to persons who do things simply for the love of god whom they don't believe in.

Beauty when unadorned is adorned the most.

If you want the secondary greatness of recognized talent, focus first on primary greatness of character

God sometimes uses ugly vessels to carry beautiful things.