I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.

And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough. Even for me.

As long as you live, it is never too late to make amends. Take my advice, child. Don't waste your precious life with regrets and sorrow. Find a way to make right what was wrong, and then move on.

the way i see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust. hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.

My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if we ever did

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.

The way I see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust.Hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.

I turn my back on him as he goes, and settle myself in the parlor, and touch Ma's piano.My fingers leave sighsin the dust.

When I rode the train west, I went looking for something, but I didn't see anything wonderful.I didn't see anything better than what I already had.Home.

...the morning with the whole day waiting, full of promise, the nightof quiet, of no expectations, of rest.And the certainty of home, the one I live in, and the onethat lives in me.

People are more than the worst thing they have ever done in their lives.

The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who’ll listen to me, is not to wait around for inspiration. Inspiration is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work.

I don't know that cell phones are dangerous. But I don't know that they are safe.

I think that not being perfect has given me the freedom to keep getting better.

I have no worries myself, nor do I exude or possess within my living stratus any reason why someone should worry [on] my behalf.

Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.

In Russia, we had tough times. Only one puck, I always wanted the puck, so I learn how to keep it and make space and get puck when other guy has it.

Why does a public discussion of economic policy so often show the abysmal ignorance of the participants?

Beauty is the experience that gives us a sense of joy and a sense of peace simultaneously.

You belong in the life of your dreams. And you don't belong anywhere else.