And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.

Jagged needle, wicked liesFrom under the skin, pluck evil eyes.Destiny change from pain and coldNow that you pay in blood and soul.

Sacred signs always come when your soul calls out in pain or joy.

The earth is a mosaic, and most fail to notice the gossamer tesserae floating down from the realm of the mind that form its images of beauty and horror.

Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

Creativity is at the root of excitement.

Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.

On any given night the stars are endless losses or endless gains. One for the love you experience and one for the love you lose. One for the unfulfilled wish and one for the wish yet to come.

Inspiration for my short stories grows from a psychic kernel, a vision of some sort or an eccentric, colorful dream.

Every spell is a journey.

Only the ocean kept the same rhythm. Crashing in and slowly pulling back out, it never lied, never changed. It tried to teach them a life of romantic consistency.

The little girl expects no declaration of tenderness from her doll. She loves it, & that's all. It is thus that we should love.

Let's chew on the chewables!

Sometimes, it is easier to leave things as they are, rather than to fight, go against the flow.

We can't really know ourselves because we have not created ourselves. But we can know computers, we can know cars, because anything that we made, we can understand.

One person can and does make a difference.

I think fine dining is dying out everywhere... but I think there will be - and there has to always be - room for at least a small number of really fine, old-school fine-dining restaurants.

I could do nothing but Brooklyn shows for the rest of my career, and I could die ignorant.

It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant.

When you become a commodity to a record label because you're making them millions of dollars, you can take all of your artistic integrity and throw it out the window.

Soft moonlight and tender love harmonize together wonderfully.