Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired.

You're elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there's a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.

Is it bad to like the way the scars look on my skin? Oh, the way they feel under my hands. My body’s protecting itself, saying, “No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out.

What comes from the soul, you can’t fake or learn. You be it, by letting it.

When Pat Robertson says there is no constitutional doctrine of separation of church and state, I say he is wrong.

Nature holds no brief for the human experiment; it must stand or fall by its results.

I've laid my friends bare.

My beloved child, break your heart no longer. Each time you judge yourself, you break your own heart.

Each project draws you in on its own merits as opposed to an intellectual choice of, "Well, I'm going to shift from vérité filmmaking to more archival."

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Being poor is only romantic in books.

If we learn to love the earth, we will find labyrinths, gardens, fountains and precious jewels! A whole new world will open itself to us. We will discover what it means to be truly alive.

I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them.