When I write I simply follow my heart. And my flights of fantasy. It is not done with a conscious effort. I'm continually inspired and write reflexively.

I am the epitome of a walking contradiction for various reasons, only one of which being that I feel my existence is of heaven and hell.

It is normal for me to wake and find myself writing in the dark... or to be out of my tomb, caught in an unearthly world, alive with the images that haunt me.

I appreciate all of the attention I get in my career. I am a loner and live a rather secluded life so sometimes I do get overwhelmed, but I am always very appreciative of everything, and honored.

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

I want true love in this life, and true contentment and peace. But maybe the only way I can find those things is to let go of the belief that this life is my reality.

I write about my feelings, things that happen in my life and experiences.

Media over here, coming to ya like a world premiere. Trench coat and my underwear, let's go with this freak show.

The secret of successful journalism is to make your readers so angry they will write half your paper for you.

I understand that I'm a role model.

Does somebody have an explanation why there's human flesh on the hall window upstairs?

I think I'll stay alive here a bit longer, and see with my own eyes what's going to happen. I can still die after that - it won't be too late. Probably.

The best things in life are not seen or heard ... but felt with the heart.

The best ideas in the world will accomplish nothing if you leave them on paper. Talk about them. Debate, discuss, argue. Put them into action. Then you can change the world.

A few years ago, I decided I wanted to be home with my family.

It’s not part of our Constitution to assume that we are the world’s policemen.