The photograph is married to the eye, Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Love is the last light spoken.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

Fred dislikes the idea going into the ministry partly because he doesn't like "feeling obligated to look serious", and he centers his doubts on "what people expect of a clergyman".

Using the word chic while insulting someone doesn’t make it okay.

I take a massage each week. This isn't an indulgence, it's an investment in your full creative expression/productivity/passion and sustained good health.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

I am a camera, with its shutter open. Someday, all of this will be developed, printed, fixed.

My mother was passionate. She was stubborn, the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.

It's strange that men should take up crime when there are so many legal ways to be dishonest.

Perhaps the hardest lesson of all is that there is no such thing as 'getting it right'-least of all with the promulgation of quality.

Rock n' roll is dream soup, what's your brand?

I think we all want to know that if our lives don't turn out the way we imagine, there's still a purpose.