Tattoos, after all, are a passionate, usually doomed assertion of mastery of your own destiny, or at least a defiant embrace of one that you cannot control.

The artistic disposition is little more than an extreme form of sulking.

She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.

Control is an illusion, as is restraint. Dark to light, light to darkness.

The fearful have lost faith while the fearless allow faith to lead the way.

There was no justice, there was only life. And life she had.

On Wall Street, the lawyers play the same role as medics in war: They come in after the shooting is over to clean up the mess.

I would love a family. I'm at the age where the wish for a child gets stronger. But who knows.

When marriage exposes a person's selfishness and sins it's doing what it is meant to do: bringing our sins and wounds to light so we can recognize them, confess them, and begin the healing process.

I never stop to wonder why I'm not like other people. They mystery to me is why more people aren't like me.

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

In my state of spiritual abstraction, I no longer belong to myself and to my eyesight. I am nothing more than a single narrow gasping lung, floating over the mists and summits.