By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place.  I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family.  But no one is offering any clear information.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

On a good day I write, all day.

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place. I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family. But no one is offering any clear information.

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.

Certain stories we carry with us, events in our life, they define who we are. It's not a matter of getting over anything; we have to make the best of it.

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.

If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

Everything we do, I'd imagine, influences everything we will do.

A small crack in a wall, the wall might fall. A small crack in a relationship, several walls get created.

We are about to make motherhood a crime. No civilized government in the history of mankind has ever done this.

I always feel the movement is a sort of mosaic. Each of us puts in one little stone, and then you get a great mosaic at the end.

I've grown tired of resting on my laurels and have decided to start resting on my failures.

Simplify your life and your mind. Think more of infinity and less of yourself.

If people could understand how much pleasure they could have by themselves, I think everyone would be a lot saner. I think that people really need a dose of quality time with one's self.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

Dance, like music, is the expression of the human spirit. Dance is 'visual music'.

Time is the only test of honest men, one day is space enough to know a rogue.

You either create something and you keep it a secret and you die with it, or you can benefit the craft.