Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

We must turn from worthless things towards faith in God.

The absence of justice anywhere is the presence of injustice everywhere.

I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.

Today we thank God for all the blessings He has bestowed upon this great Country and ask Him to continue to heal our land and meet our needs - and we do so through the power of prayer.

I should’ve known the day was going to turn out bad when it started with my father trying to kill me

I don't know what frightens me more

I was terrified of being on television - and also I overcompensated, I'm sure, because I know I did this in my personal life too at the time, when I was younger.

I don't care what anybody says. The first tournament is not the hardest one to win. It's always the second one.

Socialism is, in fact, a form of Christianity, people wishing to imitate Christ.

Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!