...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...

The more you talk about them, the more important they will feel. The more you listen to them, the more important you will make them feel.

Falling in love with a writer is a dangerous thing, isn't it? The only thing you get out of it sometimes is immortality.

These blessed candles of the night.

He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.

I let the actors work out their ideas before shooting, then tell them what attitudes I want. If a scene isn't honest, it stands out like a sore thumb.

That's a big battle to win, to be able to do a main title sequence and a theme song these days. That's not something network television does anymore.

I'm a working stiff, baby, just like everybody else.

My favorite thing to do is not act - it's that simple.

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

The laws will not be silent in time of war but they'll speak with a somewhat different voice.