Where you live determines what you see. The people you listen to influence what you hear.

Say to the darkness, "We beg to differ!"

that great condenser of moral chaos, The City.

There's only so much room at the top of the heap. The rest of us are fill dirt.

I am a dead woman. Dead and insane.

Those rare individuals society labels geniuses are almost always freaks of nature and are naturally gifted rather than being diligent students who became geniuses because of their education.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

These days I don't know who really likes me. I always assume most people are bullshitting me.

But he cannot see a connection between the end of yearning and the end of poetry. Is that what growing up amounts to: growing out of yearning, of passion, of all intensities of the soul?

I tend to be emotional when... I breathe.

LazyTown is about balance. I'm not there yet.

I'm not a painter who's saying, "I want people to see my work when I die; it will be this and that." That's not satisfying to me.