It was cold, dark & lonely in the great cathedral-like chambers, with only coffins and corpses for company.

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet.

A wounded animal yet bears teeth

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.

Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world...

I tried talking to Jesus, but he just put me on hold...

It is the goldsmith who can assay the gold.

Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.

Chris Matthews can't start any sentence without 'Let me ask you this... ' And I love Chris Matthews! But almost everybody in journalism does it. Who's stopping you? Just say it!

It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.

I'd do entire music videos in my bedroom, where I used to stand in front of my television memorizing the moves to Michael Jackson's 'Beat It.'

When things have a meaning for us, we mean (intend, propose) what we do: when they do not, we act blindly, unconsciously, unintelligently.

She was my accountant, so I just believed her.

I am the epitome of coolness.

A poem is a small machine made of words. . .Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.