I'm thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone... But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister.

It all takes time and lessons and places, but I’m learning to listen to my restless heart, telling me to “go, go, go!

Just the way it never rains when you have an umbrella, you'll never run into people if you look fantastic. But go outside in pajamas, and you'll run into every ex you have.

Nobody likes a child to die or losing an election.

I just feel my sexuality is private. I'm very shy about being sexy. That part of me has been so closed to the public eye. I've sold millions of records with my clothes on.

Rather than seeing dreams as containing hidden messages, see dreams as experiences of empathy. Then use empathy with the dream to reconnect with the experience of dreaming itself.

Life is a child playing round your feet, a tool you hold firmly in your grip, a bench you sit down upon in the evening, in your garden.

Meaningful truths are never newly discovered; they're just uncovered anew.

I was unwilling to be the good girl who respected the rules in a game designed to keep everyone but the rulemakers off balance.

The eye of the poet sees less clearly, but sees farther than the eye of the scientist.

You see my next door neighbour worships exhaust pipes, he's a catholic converter.