As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

If you really want more, then cross the door and get to the shore.

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.

For The Truman Show, I worked for a few weeks, do my gig, then I was done.

Women can more easily conquer their passion than their coquetterie.

There are no dull subjects. There are only dull writers.

Spiritual awakening is the most essential thing in man's life, and it is the sole purpose of being. Is not civilization, in all its tragic forms, a supreme motive for spiritual awakening?

Naturalness is the basis of effectiveness.

I used to have a great love for Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy, the big boys of the last century.

How many days do you have that are just purely dramatic? How many days do you have that are just purely comedic? It's usually a combination and I think that's what real life feels like.