Fine art is the discipline of breaking rules.

A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.

Adversity has the remarkable ability of introducing the real you to yourself.

I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.

It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of anti-colonialist backlash.

To stay alive, you have to keep moving. Running, relocating, driving, doing everything in your power to stay in motion and make it to safety.

It is not enough to hope for something to happen and throw it into the universe. You, too, must also work to make it happen.

The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me.

How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?

Get acquainted with your shadow, or find yourself surprised when a crisis emerges.

I have been cheated out of being treated like a human being. In my reflection I saw an empty vessel. They had cheated me and I was desperate to make the sharp pain in my head stop.

Shepherds, did they but know it, walk through greater halls than kings.

The future has an ancient heart.

All these child stars grow up and they're knockin' over banks and getting prostitutes. I'm, like, one of the only people I know that has managed to dodge all of that negative crap.

The man who can articulate the movements of his inner life need no longer be a victim of himself, but is able slowly and consistently to remove the obstacles that prevent the spirit from entering.

I see loyalty - roughly perseverance in relational commitments despite the cost of such perseverance - as an important human value/virtue. Think of it as a kind of relational glue.

It's amazing how harmless the world can sometimes seem.

It was a mistake to speak one's mind at any time, unless it perfectly matched your political purpose; and it never did.

You can do some serious subway flirting before you realize the guy is homeless.

But dying's part of the wheel, right there next to being born. You can't pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest. Being part of the whole thing, that's the blessing.

I don't believe that being against the war can be equated with being non-supportive of our troops.