I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

All of sudden, this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.

Despite his money and his looks and all the good-on-paper attributes he possessed, he was not a reader, and, well, let's just say that is the sort of nonsense up with which we will not put.

There are two conversations going on at the same time: the story and a conversation about how the story is being told.

Why go for something cold and dead, when you can have something hot and panting?

I suppose you've heard all those wicked stories about me. Well I've lived my life as it came and I've done bloody marvels with a bad hand.

If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it.

It's no fun to lose, ... We haven't lost in a while and now we get to remember what it feels like. Everybody wants to be undefeated and that's what we wanted. There are no excuses.

People can say what they want in the Labour Party.

There was a reason why there was only a single stairway to heaven, but an entire highway to hell.

Good friends help you to find important things when you have lost them... your smile, your hope, and your courage.