the heavens raped from our misuse of love

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me

shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?

i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

A tragedy need not have blood and death

He's wrong he's so he's so wrong he's more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

Intelligence is a critical thing.

There's always the danger that the extreme feminist will end up quite unfulfilled as a girl.

You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.

The purpose of subject matter is to veil technique. The great artist uses the cloak of resemblance to hide the means.

Every time I see a picture of Stalin I look him square in the eye and I say: You're a meat eater, Joseph.

Meditation has to become your heartbeat; even when you are asleep the meditation continues like an undercurrent

I'm not acting, but I am acting.