Time falls on us, like rain, it falls like rain until we drown in it, and sometimes, it's like the drains overflow, and time just - pools up, it seeps, it gathers in the corners.

I try asking him some more questions, but it's like talking to voice mail.

He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like a galaxy, the whole street a universe spread out like a banquet.

The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete and I was safe and cold in a canyon of glass and steel.

Do you think someone can change? Like maybe in a year or two? Like, do you think if maybe two people aren't right for each other right now, maybe they could be later?

My brain tried to process it while my heart focused on beating.

All you need is one safe anchor to keep you grounded when the rest of your life spins out of control

Your inner voice is the voice of divinity. To hear it, we need to be in solitude, even in crowded places.

Write the way you talk. Naturally.

I know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work.

What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.

There is no moral to my song, I praise no right, I blame no wrong; I tell of things that I have seen, I show the man that I have been As simply as a poet can Who knows himself poet and man.

Oprah is very, very, very special to me. She's an amazing woman.

Fate is a quantity very much like TV: an unstoppable narrative, written, produced and directed by somebody else.