If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.

Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?

We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can't getback to the way I was.

Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand...

I fix the cramped, lined pageswith my curious stare. How do youcome to exist?

It is just my imagination that flies, While she is wrapped up in her bedsheetslike a nest.

Faith is holy flame.

Remember the past, plan for the future, but live for today, because yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.

The most important part of ourselves is the mind and it has been rather inaccessible.

I grew up playing in clubs - that's my spiritual stomping ground.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

I've always preferred writing in longhand. I've always written first drafts in longhand.

...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

Really, what we want now, is not laws against crime, but a law against insanity. That is where the true evil lies.

One longs to be funny, to make people laugh. Laughter is such a sign of approval, isn't it?

Garth, marriage is punishment for shoplifting in some countries!