Quotes About Duality

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

Can one be both barbarian of the soul and sophisticated of the mind?

I can't help being a gorgeous fiend. It's just the card I drew.

Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.

Kind Sir: Lost and of your same kind I have turned around twice with my eyes sealed and the woods were white and my night mind saw such strange happenings, untold and unreal. And opening my eyes, I am afraid of course to look—this inward look that society scorns— Still, I search in these woods and find nothing worse than myself, caught between the grapes and the thorns.

I've multiplied, I'm 2. He was part of me he came out of me, he took a part of me He took me apart. I'm 2, he's my art, no, he's separate. He art one. I'm not done & I'm still one. I sing of my son. I've multiplied. My heart's in 2, half to him & half to you, who are also a part of him, & you & he & I make trio of kind congruity.

It is a lovely hell, but hell nonetheless.

Do you think there's such a thing as a ghost who masquerades as a person? Do you believe that there are people whose bodies are still alive here on earth but whose souls are already in hell?

Yeah, once the song is written, it just complexifies the profile of it to have the music and the words at odds. It comes naturally to me. A lot of my music is like that.

I've always loved projects where I can combine acting and music.

For an Indian audience a double role promises twice the entertainment with somebody they enjoy watching on screen.

A lot of guys don't want to admit that they have a propensity for generosity and for violence.

I think everything has its own pros and cons.

Every antagonist is a protagonist in his own right.

My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good comes out of evil just as well as evil comes out of good.

black evil is outlined clearest to our eyes by the blaze of virtue

Evan Stark pointed out that there is no incompatibility between hate and love: the two coexist in relationships all the time. So do violence and love, as strange and awful as it may seem.

And in that instant her eyes were brimming and she was not aware that she was voicing an illusion. Yet Anthony knew that there were days when they hurt each other purposely--taking almost a delight in the thrust. Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.

The price for his intactness was incompleteness.

Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say.

Amory had loved himself in Eleanor, so now what he hated was only a mirror. Their poses were strewn about the pale dawn like broken glass.

I was adept at fooling the deity. I prayed immediately after all crimes until eventually prayer and crime became indistinguishable to me.