inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

On a good day I write, all day.

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place. I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family. But no one is offering any clear information.

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.

Certain stories we carry with us, events in our life, they define who we are. It's not a matter of getting over anything; we have to make the best of it.

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.

If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

Everything we do, I'd imagine, influences everything we will do.

It’s a heck of a responsibility to look after a spirit. So give kids the best of who you are. That’s the most you can ever do.

You want to know my name? --a hill, a tree. An empty drifting boat.

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I really look up to actors like Gwyneth Paltrow and Cate Blanchett who have a strong background in theatre.

I have the absolute confidence not to be number two, but then I have enough sense to realize that there can be no number one.

I think it would be a shame for any writer to let their publishers in any way corral them into a single genre.

I just want to feel as much as I can, it's what soul is all about.

It's a blast to watch. It's a lot more interesting live than it is on record. I mean, it really is a theatrical event. It's a sporting event! Cause you never know what's gonna happen.

In my long and colorful career, one thing stands out: I have been misunderstood.

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.