...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.

We suicide ourselves for our own survival. Is there any hope of dipping back into the past and circling round it like you can in art?

When the form's in place, everything within it can be pure feeling.

If art's a seismographic project, when that project meets with failure, failure must become the subject too.

When you're living so intensely in your head there isn't any different between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, you're both omnipotent and powerless.

Desire isn't lack, it's surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.

I don't like compliments and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.

What sets the market price for a product or a service? The demand

We know not through our intellect but through our Experience

Routes rate me, not the other way around.

When you've been at it for as long as we have, you go through fallow periods and blooming ones, and you know when you're on a roll and you learn how to keep it rolling for as long as you can.

She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.

All children, except one, grow up.

Pack your bags, we're going on a guilt trip!

There are some masters from whom you can learn good things. Streets are one of those masters!