Sometimes we have to run away from ourselves in order to find ourselves.

Perhaps you're not crazy, but you're very creative.

Our parents don't know us... They can't know us. We hide ourselves from them. Once they knew everything about us and in order to escape them we keep out secrets, our private selves.

Why does naming a thing give it so much power?

We don't need to talk. We need to love.

Sometimes when daughters have a bad-girl mother, they rebel and become good girls. They are constantly embarrassed by me!

..I learned that there's a kind of love which must feel like coming home, ...

You know what he taught me? He taught me to feel more. He taught me to give myself over to feelings. And now that's all I have. I'm swamped by them. I can't breathe because I feel so damn much.

They're all true. They all could have happened.

Some topics seem to be nothing but philosophical circles designed to lure the unsuspecting ant to its death.

One's task is not to turn the world upside down but to do what is necessary at the given place and with a due consideration of reality.

Feast of the Holy Cross Does not every man feel, that there is corruption enough within him to drive him to the commission of the greatest enormities, and eternally to destroy his soul?

That is a lie. I'm not for wanton violence, I'm for justice.

Running a liberal paper is like feeding melted butter on the end of an awl to a wild cat.

Love arrives on tiptoe and bangs the door when it leaves.

At the KFC there's, lot of black people there innit *laughs*

My aim is to reflect the actual human-scape, a little bit.

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)