Angels are just beyond us. They’re creatures that biology doesn’t apply to. They don’t love humanity at all. They just love God.

I know a great number of things, though never all at once or for very long.

Nature was beautiful and filled with spirituality without needing to be likewise full of spirits.

I could either succumb to the nightmares I’ve raised or paint them.

Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures?

The Word no longer belonged to Man because they believed it did not. Man saw the gods alone as Creators and forgot that there had ever been any other way.

You get a few of them together and don’t be surprised if pipes and drums appear out of nowhere. It is a sort of magic people believe in…

[His] leaving had stabbed her heart. This organ was not inclined to forgive her for vulnerability.

His mind was a tapestry constantly weaving and unweaving with the dedication of Penelope for her Odysseus.

You belong to the world. Don’t be afraid to be a part of it.

God has planned the world too perfectly for me to doubt that everyone is where they are supposed to be.

There are far more reasons for death than there are for life.

We choose what and how we believe, and our beliefs are tools that we then use to make things happen ... or not

What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit, " she yelled.

Cats and I have an understanding, but we choose not to interact often.

I'm not particularly worried by any of the songs we've written in the past, except for some of the really early stuff which is total tripe.

Is T.S. Eliot the only poet one can think of who could have spent a year on his own in Paris at twenty-three—and managed to have no sexual encounter whatsoever?

..This is why the ultimate reason of things must lie in a necessary substance, in which the differentiation of the changes only exists eminently as in their source; and this is what we call God.

Painful things are quickly forgotten.

To speak behind others' backs is the ventilator of the heart.

It's an honest place to be if you don't understand someone else's experience, but there's no way for the other to understand if a conversation or an explanation isn't made.