All I do know, for certain, after 53 years in this business, is that writers who sincerely think that their language can represent reality ought to be plumbers.

…and to all you other cats and chicks out there, sweet or otherwise, buried deep in wordy tombs, who never yet have walked from off the page, a shake and a hug and a kiss and a drink. Cheers!

Art cannot save anybody from anything.

The maimings of love are endlessly funny.

Rapacity plus taste is a formidable combination, since it so often passes for intelligence. One pities the artist in a world of such predators, all of whom are deeply engaged in the arts too.

He hadn't "abused" alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at the wall, the window blind, and the TV screen.

I am the river of love, I am the flow of life.

In sitting on the meditation cushion and assuming the meditation posture, we connect ourselves with the present moment in this body and on this earth.

What you will encounter is 'grace unmeasured, vast and free' --the kind that will frighten and free you at the same time. That's what grace does, after all.

Age has taught me that what other people think of me is none of my business.

I'm tired of having to consult a group of old white guys about my black girl craft. They don't even know what they're listening for or to.

The transgender community deserves the dignity and respect that most people take for granted.

The best entertainment speaks to the human condition in an honest way.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.

Catholic media sucks. It's boring. It's for old people. It's not interesting. It's like you're in a class with an 80 year old nun.

Stay true to who you are. Don't let anyone else define you