You know, there are those writers who work at writing every day. I'm not one of those guys. I tend to work at varying levels of intensity, based on the amount of time and energy I have available.

I've found that depending on the amount of the check, disciplined inspiration can be called upon willingly. I think the name of the lesser known tenth muse was Dollar Dollar Bill Y'all.

That being said, if you slept with me and are filled with shame at the possibility of the world knowing, then you should have considered that before you hopped into bed with a writer.

I didn't write poems for a number of years after graduate school because the criticisms of other students in the workshops wouldn't quiet down in my mind when I tried to work.

Energy seems to be the more critical of those two variables, because if I'm really feeling the push/pull to write, then I'll make the time.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

The language of the universe comes not from the voice but from the primordial silence. You can understand it by enhancing your feelings.

On days such as this, Death’s long shadow hung like a broken halo over everyone—a sign of things to come.

I don't think I treat my film work as an extension of my photography. There are two different sets of rules there.

Start writing the things that you are reading or that you want to be published doing.

Unlike the expressionists, I have never been interested in renewing the world through the vehicle of art.

A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who's friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.

I've done without doing things, like sleeping and eating, but I need to write.

You know, actors lie all the time. 'Can I ride on the horse? Are you kidding? Of course! I was born on a horse!'... It's the same with motorcycles.