When we are sad...it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to things that don't change.

Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.

...as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn't touch.

A different and much deeper sort of beauty altogether. The thing and yet not the thing.

What do you think about America?""Everyone always smiles so big! Well—most people. Maybe not so much you. I think it looks stupid.

What’s worth living for? what’s worth dying for? what’s completely foolish to pursue?

When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change.

...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.

. . . is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

Maybe the one had to be lost for the others to be found?

It’s a long story. I’ll make it short as I can.

In the seventh century the Arabs created a new world into which other peoples were drawn. In the nineteenth and twentieth, they were themselves drawn into a new world created in western Europe.

...we’re not even really hiking, more like meandering in cinematic light.

Love is the light and source of life, and happiness is the delight and essence of life.

Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.

There you go again, declaring the exact inverse of your experience. You human pups are so full of the things you're sure of. Sit down and listen for a change.

It's always surprised me that mainstream America had the good taste to like R.E.M. It doesn't have the digestible quality the general public tends to look for in its favorite musicians.

You really have to listen to yourself and know if what someone is saying is true for you

I'm not politically vocal. I just want what's best for our country. I want our rights respected and those of my son's.

It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

My father is black and my mother is white. Therefore, I could answer to either, which kind of makes me a racial Lone Ranger, caught between two communities.