Honest labor bears a lovely face.

Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

Sleep: The golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

Cast away care he that loves sorrow lengthens not a day nor can he buy tomorrow.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid.

This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.

Waking consciousness is dreaming – but dreaming constrained by external reality

We are what we are...

I've told the same story twelve different ways, but I think that's just part of what writers do. Once may not be enough.

A lot of people, when they talk to me, I can't wait for them to shut up. Like, shut up. you're a moron. I have nothing to say, you know?

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle.

Politics: where fat, bald, disagreeable men, unable to be candidates themselves, teach a president how to act on a public stage.

You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work.

Have you ever noticed how all composite pictures of wanted criminals resemble Jesse Jackson?

Trying to find my flaws is like trying to find a black person at one of our concerts