One couldn’t be selective when remembering the past. Ignore the turmoil, chaos and pain – and the truly great memories would not shine with such luster.

Coming home seemed to have started the healing process. No longer vivid and garish, the memories seemed to be covered in gossemer, fading behind a curtain of time and forgiveness.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

When what you value and dream about doesn’t match the life you are living, you have pain.

It's hopeless. And it's stupid. It's suicidal. But love is a weapon they have no answer for. They know how you think, but they can't know what you feel.

In high school I wanted to be a rock star and was in a lot of bands.

I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again - -I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter.

I had this dream to become a writer since I was a teenager.

We know the only fish that goes with the flow is a dead fish.

Imagine it. Use all your strength and imagine it exactly. And it will happen that way.

You know that you can't make references to the Classics any longer and less and less to the English classics even.

I tell ye true, liberty is the best of all things; never live beneath the noose of a servile halter.