He was already fading. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he was just a vague image, however much I tried to cling onto his memory.

My friends are always conscious of what people think of them. As though life is something that has an audience.

The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.

He was one of those people who completely changes when they smile. Like the sun had come out.

Just for a moment, amid all the bad stuff, this was a happy place again.

There is hope for every soul to know the spirit.

If one departs from the bliss of the Eternal, he will come across the happiness that is obtained from the temporary.

The narrator finds that as a maturing character grows in stature before her friends that she sees less stature while evaluating herself.

I'm not concentrated or concerned with any other factors rather than just being able to do the best job that I can.

I think as any artist you always want to grow; you always want to get better.

My soul is a canvas stretched across four wooden corners and tacked with copper nails that sink into the edges of timber like teeth. My art is nothing less than my salvation.

I made The Instigator while I was homeless as a result of 9/11, and there was some stuff on there that was really raw and directly out of that experience

The principal organs of the Left...has consistently been warm and welcoming toward Islamic supremacism.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

That transformation is to lose everything is an understatement so vast as to be without meaning. One has to lose everything, and one has to lose the one who has lost everything.