I don't fire up the prose. I just tell it straight and don't fool around with it.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

Trouble is, most times, when you go looking to sell your soul, nobody's buying.

Living one's life as if it is a competition between oneself and others, is an inevitable path to a stressful life.

There's a difference between the world ending tomorrow and just drinking and drugging yourself to death.

Whitney Houston was a laser beam ... She always gave me better than what I asked for in the studio

Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty.

I can think of nothing worse than a think-tank where everybody agreed.

I was told I make intelligent comics, and then I made a comic about a horse that pooped.

Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens.

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.