It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life.

Hands have their own language.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

Winning has a joy and discrete purity to it that cannot be replaced by anything else.

She was my sacred angel that I could never violate. Reira was my sanctuary. I needed something solid like that in this dirty, disappointing world.

We are living in a world where everything is based on security.

Sometimes nostalgia is a cage.

Usually people who attack the rap are people who aren't even fans.

Sure, the killer was my son, but I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It's the killer on this TV screen, you can't blame me, it's the images he sees.

When you feel in need of a compliment, give one to someone else.

Everybody who knows me knows how I get down.

Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.

Bukowski said, "I know I'm good, so I like that people think I'm bad, because it gives me a dimension, effortlessly."