As a poet and a teacher, I read all the time. I know I read slowly. I like reading, but I don't read any more than I have to.

Every artist has his or her struggle to work out in their work. The more powerful the struggle, the more persuasive the art.

Art is a crime scene in a sense, a crucible, of the mind and heart and our dreams.

I'm the kind of father I wanted my father to be. That may be the sweetest revenge.

My poems often start with an idea, some kind of inspiration. I don't expect anything. Every now and then something like "The One Truth" comes out.

Happiness is a powerful thing. It freed me to do what I always wanted to do.

There are real facts in my poems, but facts mixed up in the perverse stubborn stew of imagination, add a pinch or two of revenge and retribution, a dash of amplification and reparation.

My first sense of myself was as an artist, a painter. I would see a Van Gogh painting and just love it, the more emotional and passionate the more it attracted me.

Am I the I she tried to save, still lopsided with trying to be a little less or more, escaping who I was a minute ago?

I never feel more alone than when I'm traveling. Alone and, to some extent, helpless. The world expects a certain level of competence and can be merciless when this expectation is unmet.

Solitude is a time when you go into a determined period of making the best of your time.

It is impossible to examine questions we refuse to ask.

What's the possibility of the ability of doing nothing?

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Want and boredom are indeed the twin poles of human life.

Cinema has no boundaries...we all belong to the same artistic community.

I go to goth clubs dressed as a frat guy so I can stand around and look terribly uncomfortable. At frat parties I do the same thing, but the other way around.

Well actually I don't think it's a bunch of bad things that send us to hell. I think it is rejection of God's grace.

Is there anything more terrible than perpetual motion, than doing and doing and doing, without a reason, without a consciousness, without a change, without an end?

Success in life, in anything, depends upon the number of persons that one can make himself agreeable to.