We don't have a unitary society anymore, you know; it's very fragmented. I look up and down my block in Silverlake and there is a different universe in every house.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all.

Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.

It's such a liability to love another person.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

The higher up I hold it, the less painful the hot wax.”…“Try hanging off the ceiling and dropping it from there.

She lay on her back, looking up at the sky, feeling no desire to move or think or know that there was any time beyond this moment.

All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire.

If you're out there and need help, please seek it. Be proud of your valiant day-to-day struggle. There is no shame in needing support.

Lyrics are always the last thing to get done.

You do get some weirdos, but if there are any nice people out there who want to write to me pleasantly, then they'll get a pleasant reply back!

When academics claim a topic is obsolete, they mean merely they are tired of flogging it with their cliches.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

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Life itself is pretty funny when you realize how absurd it can be.