One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously.

The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.

Huddled around the fire of the alphabet.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!

The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other.

When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit

Beyond the Alps lies Italy.

Decorating is not about making stage sets, it's not about making pretty pictures for the magazines, it's really about creating a quality of life, a beauty that nourishes the soul.

The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket.

I have enough of a sense to know what works for me and what doesn't, without going into some big thing and analyzing what I do. I'm in a position that allows me to do what I want to do, and I do it.

One of the great things going on right now is social media and you get a real sense, immediately, about what people are feeling and thinking.

I'm doing a film now with a lot of guys as well, so at the end of that I will be growing a beard.

The 70's was a great time for artistic expression in Jamaica and I was in the heart of it, unconsciously soaking it up and paving my future.

I try to look at this music career thing as the means to an end. And really, at the end of it, I see myself on a sailboat, sailing off the edge of the world.

Hip-hop is such a disposable art form from a business standpoint. It never treats its artists as art; it never treats its product as art.