...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

The mind is intrinsically tranquil. Out of this tranquility, anxiety and confusion are born. If one sees and knows this confusion, then the mind is tranquil once more.

Pianos tend to get better as they age, the more you play them. They grow into their sound.

Why seek out the tried and true, instead of experiences that will stretch you?

All men are good when free from passion, interest, or error.

Virtually all the trends that matter are making a mockery of the industry's ritual incantations about the values and virtues of a free press in a free society.

You can't handle the truth!

I think that a lot of exciting elements are finding a place where a film is happily, truly about something.

Peter Sellers constantly reinvented himself.

I scribbled four words down in my notebook: 'The world is flat.

When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.