Hubert Selby Jr. Quotes

Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all.

Love is an energy, love is a mystery, love is meant to be true. Love is a part of me, love is the heart of me, love is the best thing we do.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

There is something else at work here that is beyond me - and that is Laura. She has a life of her own. There is a magic in her. The muse is in her. And I'm lucky to have her in my life.

In art as in love, instinct is enough.

There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.

Music comes from a place we don't know.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all.

Love can never be fully explained.

Man knows that there is love, but he does not know what love is.

Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

Art is an elastic sort of love.

But love isn't quantifiable on paper.

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn't what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.

Einstein said that "the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious." So why do so many of us try to explain the beauty of music, thus depriving it of its mystery?

In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.

Love does not analyze its object.

Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.