And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

I just have an allergic reaction to lung cancer. Gives me tumors.

Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless."Anger" was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.

You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back in your rearview mirror.

If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.

And my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we're us.

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.

I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.

It's a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.

A river of images and thoughts and feelings, dirtied and polluted so that no one could drink from it without gagging.

I always secretly looked forward to nothing going as planned. That way, I wasn't limited by my imagination. That way, anything can, and always did, happen.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Through my optimism I naturally prefer and capture the beauty in life.

A lot of people, when they talk to me, I can't wait for them to shut up. Like, shut up. you're a moron. I have nothing to say, you know?

The true measure of our character is how we treat the poor, the disfavored, the accused, the incarcerated, and the condemned.

The thing I love about live performance the most, is that the doors are closed, the lights are turned down, and the audience has to be reverential to what's happening onstage.

In my experience poetry speaks to you either at first sight or not at all. A flash of revelation and a flash of response. Like lightning. Like falling in love.

Transplanting the ballet to the United States is like trying to raise a palm tree in Dakota.

Pain is the mind. It's the mind. It's the thoughts of the mind.

The professional will not tolerate disorder... He wants the carpet vacuumed and the threshold swept, so the Muse may enter and not soil her gown.