Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.

My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.

But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.

...to use the little kick of energy which opposition supplies to be more vigorously oneself.

I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

Five hundred years from now, who'll know the difference?!

I like seeing people that are into my music, it shows me that it doesn't matter, you can't judge a person based on how they look, and that's just how my music is.

Public opinion, in its raw state, gushes out in the immemorial form of the mob's fear. It is piped into central factories, and there it is flavoured and colored and put into cans.

As a little kid, I was obsessed with Michael Jackson.

According to The New York Times, the mob has now gotten into Medicare fraud. But the good news is, when they do break your legs there's a good chance you're covered.

I'm a lawyer. I make lawyers for a living.

My two style icons are Edie Sedgwick and Brigitte Bardot.

I believe we are being dishonest with language minority groups if we tell them they can take full part in American life without learning the English language.

The greatest tragedy in life is not death. The greatest tragedy is to be alive and not know why