Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

The man who has not the habit of reading is imprisoned in his immediate world, in respect to time and space. His life falls into a set routine; he is limited to contact and conversation with a few friends and acquaintances, and he sees only what happens in his immediate neighbourhood. From this prison there is no escape. But the moment he takes up a book, he immediately enters a different world, and if it is a good book, he is immediately put in touch with one of the best talkers of the world. This talker leads him on and carries him into a different country or a different age, or unburdens to him some of his personal regrets, or discusses with him some special line or aspect of life that the reader knows nothing about. An ancient author puts him in communion with a dead spirit of long ago, and as he reads along, he begins to imagine what the ancient author looked like and what type of person he was.

No gentleman ever discusses any relationship with a lady.

I have a book out called 'The Beauty Equation' and it discusses how off track we have gone in considering beauty.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand as if it were necessary to understand when it is simply necessary to love.