If the solar winds have stirred far off in the velvety night then showers of light --gold and violet. rose and green--paint the sky.

The deer scent the wolves and stand silent and watchful. They turn and leap off like ballerinas, their plume-like tails raised in alarm.

I have about 40 cars, of which 25 to 30 are what you might call serious.

The blues to me is like being very sad, very sick, going to church, being very happy ... it's sort of a mixed up thing. You just have to feel it.

What will be will be.No one can escape fate's design.

Reality shows always look for the worst people.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be my parents' son.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

The painter goes through states of fullness and evaluation. That is the whole secret of art.

To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the United States.

She began to be reassured by these pains, tangible symbols of her success in becoming thinner than anyone else. Her only identity was being "the skinniest." She had to feel it.

Yeah, I am lazy. There's no doubt about that.