I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

People walk in the door because they need you to take care of them -- to feed them or fix them.

There are various wounds to describe our hurts

Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in the world, a moment of responsibility existed.

It is amazing how desperately the self-proclaimed revolutionaries grope for their own orthodoxy.

The passion, the competitiveness, the swinging for the fences, it adds up.

People aren't interested in others controlling what they can do or read or see in the privacy of their own homes.

That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.

As politicians we have to make very difficult decisions and one...is when freedom of speech actually insults public safety.

Let the Lord judge the criminals.