Reading. I know it's not a very active activity, but it is in my head.

Ive got many different voices - I have a Southern girl, an Irish girl. I have a gibberish language that youd have to decipher. I guess I try to never take myself too seriously.

You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood.What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worldsthat you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?

It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.

It's night in the Free People's World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, ... between the pages of their enchanted novels.

We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always, and in all circumstances, we are by ourselves.

There is no heaven, there is no hell, except here on Earth.

It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

I have a dream of getting a visa, which is a dream that many people have so they can leave their countries to come someplace else, specifically they want to come to the United States.

It's hard to make a living in music, so a lot of times in the arts it's safer to kind of fit into a box.

A determined soul will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.

There's a point when you have to stop fightin' the whole world.