I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves.

In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

I haven’t felt the full weightof the world on my shoulders, and I haven’t experienceda fraction of the painand embarrassment I’ve put out into this great bigwhite world.

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.

And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that I can stand still.

It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty face is not the boy that you should fall in love with.

You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster, and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.

You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse.

I’m a lot like you, and you’re a lot like me.It’s sad to say, and it’s sad to see.

It isn’t easy, ” is easy to say and sometimes I think that the only thing we can dois say really easy things to each other.

Face fears with faith.

Whenever justice to ordinary men, widows, orphans, poor, disadvantaged and the general mass is delayed or denied, that leads to God’s frustration. At a time like that, God laments, WHERE IS A MAN

Be regular and orderly in your life like a bourgeois so that you may be violent and original in your work.

Didacticism is the death of art.

I was trained by my husband. He said, If you want a thing done go. If not send. I belong to that group of people who move the piano themselves.

The plan was always to come to America, because Pakistan's a scary place. They don't have religious freedom. It's very poor, and there's a lot of violence and corruption.

Sometimes if you don't physically attempt something, you don't realize how sick to your stomach or how hard it is.

The literate man is a sucker for propaganda...You cannot propagandize a native. You can sell him rum and trinkets, but you cannot sell him ideas.

Everything that's written about me has such a negative taint. It just has a life of its own, like an avalanche, and I don't think there's anything I can do to stop it.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.