Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is—and still not caring.
—Tom Robbins
The type of love that makes you want to laugh out loud—scream a bit—run in circles—and then repeat? Yeah that's how I felt. Totally. Out. Of. Control. Giddiness.
—Rachel Van Dyken in Fearless
Art and Religion are, then, two roads by which men escape from circumstance to ecstasy.
—Clive Bell