If you don’t have at least a working knowledge of the Hawaiian language… you can’t chant well. You cannot… receive the images of poetry paints for you. It’s like having peas and no pod.

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

Sometimes you have to give people a taste of their own medicine.

Forfeit your sense of awe, let your conceit diminish your ability to revere, and the universe becomes a market place for you.

I pray and wait for an answer in pictures, words or ideas.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.

Today, each artist must undertake to invent himself, a lifelong act of creation that constitutes the essential content of the artist's work.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that as soon as one part of your life starts looking up, another falls to pieces.

I'm interested in the gorgeous side of life, but also familiar with the dark side too.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

This strange business of what it is to be a writer is this increasingly insane world in which we live, in which surrealism, it seems, is the new realism.