I am going to be murdered.It wasn’t any easier to face in the daytime.

Just because it's common doesn't make it less powerful.

This will be the night I escape. The thought repeated in my mind like a refrain, over and over, and I believed it so hard that I whispered it aloud: ‘This will be the night I escape!

The sky would be clear, colorless, mist blending together the air and the ocean, the waves whispering against the rocks.

Hope – that silly, stupid creature that lived within me, no matter how often I tried to beat it to death – lifted its nose and sniffed at the air.

I was sixteen, still my mother’s prisoner, the night I became the whale.

I never understood, what a starving artist was until I became one.

This was going to be worse than the time I table danced in the diner in high school!

The problem with not having anybody to tell you what to do, I understood, is that there was nobody to tell you what not to do.

I saw I could rhyme words. It came simply to me. But I wrote some pretty horrible songs that I still have on tape.

Who walks around proud of things they've done? That's an obnoxious quality.

This New York thing is being blown out of proportion. Who gives a **** about New York when elephants are being killed?

OK, here's a little bedroom tip: Put a bag of popcorn in the microwave beforehand. That way when you're done, you have a treat.

I had a chance to play with the best musicians that were coming through because I was pretty good myself or else they wouldn't have tolerated with me.

I'm not building a game. I'm building a new country.

Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.