We suicide ourselves for our own survival. Is there any hope of dipping back into the past and circling round it like you can in art?

...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.

When the form's in place, everything within it can be pure feeling.

If art's a seismographic project, when that project meets with failure, failure must become the subject too.

When you're living so intensely in your head there isn't any different between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, you're both omnipotent and powerless.

Desire isn't lack, it's surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.

I find rest for my soul in arms of the Saviour.

Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something, and it is only such love that can know freedom.

Good laws make it easier to do right and harder to do wrong.

The Kindle is just the razor. The books are the blades - ka-ching!

In my opinion, the best setup guys now have a tougher job than the closers. They pitch more innings, inherit more runners.

Three years ago I came to Florida without a nickel in my pocket. Now I've got a nickel in my pocket

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

How shall we celebrate the day,When God appeared in mortal clay,The mark of worldly scorn;When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,Attempted the Redeemer's Praise,And hail'd Salvation's Morn!

See human nonsense as nonsense and save years of trying to make sense out of it.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.