Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

Begin to chase your dreams.

No matter where you're from or what you've done, you're never stuck in a particular circumstance, relationship, or cycle unless you say you are.

Art hath an enemy call'd ignorance .

If you can die, you are confused because death is a perception of something ending and something else obviously beginning, which means we're still hung up on qualities.

When you're nWo, you're nWo for life.

The Blood of Jesus washes away our past and the Name of Jesus opens up our future.

Poetry and painting are done in the same way you make love; it's an exchange of blood, a total embrace - without caution, without any thought of protecting yourself.

I think writers are prone to hyperbole sometimes.

Sometimes when you feel the urge, you've just gotta go.

Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.