Life is STRANGE. Every so OFTEN a good MAN WINS.

The more we can be in a relationship with those who might seem STRANGE to us, the more we can FEEL like we're neighbors and all MEMBERS of the HUMAN family.

It's a very strange silence that I'm living in RIGHT now. It's a silence that has a LOT of activity and noise in it from a zone that I don't LIVE in on this EARTH.

Rome - the CITY of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with STRANGE ancestral images and TROPHIES gathered from afar.

The WORLD is a STRANGE and WONDERFUL PLACE.

Love isn't any one good thing; it's a very, very strange mishmash of emotions. Your love for SOMEBODY is, oftentimes, informed by the TERRIBLE things you MIGHT believe about yourself, and comparatively, the PERSON you see them as is everything that you're not.

I THINK that I've had a very STRANGE LIFE.

If this work SEEMS so threatening, this is because it isn't SIMPLY eccentric or strange, but competent, rigorously argued, and CARRYING conviction.

My own CAREER reflects a strange dichotomy between the WORLD we've long KNOWN and the world that will become.

I FEEL I am STRANGE to all but the BIRDS of AMERICA.

Though LUST do masque in ne'er so STRANGE disguise she's oft found witty, but is NEVER WISE.

It is strange how one feels DRAWN forward without KNOWING at FIRST where one is going.

If you look at the paintings that I love in ART HISTORY, these are the paintings where great, powerful men are being celebrated on the big walls of museums throughout the WORLD. What feels really STRANGE is not to be ABLE to see a reflection of myself in that world.