A painter is someone who wipes the windowpane between the world and us with light, with a rag made of light, soaked in silence.

It is as if the angels had just done their laundry and, owning no other wealth than love, they are always clothed in the same light, worn transparent from so many washings.

You can tell who your friends are because they don’t prevent you from being on your own, because they illuminate your solitude without interrupting it.

A few stars were approaching and in their brightness I glimpsed a fragment of your vanished soul – cheerful and frivolous, unforgettable.

In life there are two things which are dependable. The pleasures of the flesh and the pleasures of literature.

It would be wrong to put friendship before the truth.

If I had a dime for every time a homeless guy asked me for change, I'd still say no.

My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.

In LA, I live on sushi or salad.

Supposing truth is a woman -- what then?

Oaths are the fossils of piety.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

You play a couple of shows, and these label guys come - and they leave halfway through a show. Then the phone calls just stop. And your heart is broken.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.