I sense him smiling and laughing and looking at me with eyes of a thousand aborted children coming back to rightfully claim their life, to claim the earth.

I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.

I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.

We make our own music. We paint our own future.

I would give my heart to the religious so that they may realize that god hates us all.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.

Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divinorum induced dream.

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

If you don't believe in time, your day will be longer (because reality time is an illusion, it exist only because of us and if we don't exist time doesn't exist!?)

When my cell phone rang, I'd just finished cutting up my marriage mattress.

Grab onto God's promises with one hand and His faithfulness with the other, ripping apart the natural to reveal the supernatural unseen beneath.

It's a required part of your film history to know who Woody is. His movies are so wonderful, and not just funny but so insightful about human behavior.

As critical acclaim and response has built up, every interview I give is a chance to puncture the myth I've created about my work and refine it.

Any resistance is not only normal but necessary-it is part of the creative process.

The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.

Over-length is one of the things that most often results in the destruction of the movie in the cutting room.

I don't think comics necessarily think in literary terms. There is an element of developing your stage persona and your comedic voice, but I don't think comics see it like a character in a novel.

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.