One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

I am free and that is why I am lost.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

I was very dirty; I was a very dirty comic. There was no way I would have gotten on TV with the act I had when I first started.

I would support a devolution of power out of Washington for education, health care, transportation.

I am very proud of the critical role West Virginians play in providing energy to our nation.

Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them, but their voices live in the library.

Men are like dogs," Stacy was fond of saying. And she usually went on to add that, like dogs, they all took up too much space on the bed, and they always went for the crotch.

Your life is a work of art that you will work on the rest of your life.

That's my point: What's she [Hillary Clinton] got to show for her 30 years around town? Right on!

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.