I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?

I used to loathe ambivalence now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.

Life is a celebration. Free your mind to find the liberation.

My mom still lives in Denver and some of my brothers are still in the area, so I still have strong ties there.

Establish a system you have confidence in and rely on it when you get into tough situations.

John Kerry, windsurfing dilettante

making final judgements about poets, cities or regions on the basis of an anthology is always dangerous: anthologies are mirages created, finally, by their editors.

Two shows at once is crazy, but I love it.

The secret to riches is the same as the secret to comedy - timing.

Those who really deserve praise are the people who, while human enough to enjoy power, nevertheless pay more attention to justice than they are compelled to do by their situation.

What the neurology tells us is that the self consists of many components, and the notion of one unitary self may well be an illusion.