I know that some nightin some bedroomsoonmy fingers willriftthroughsoft cleanhairsongs such as no radioplaysall sadness, grinninginto flow.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock

I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.

Jag föddes för att kränga rosor på de dödas avenyer

the writing of somemenis like a vast bridgethat carries youoverthe many thingsthat claw and tear.The Wine of Forever

people need me. I fillthem. if they can't see mefor awhile the get desperate, they getsick.but if I see them too oftenI get sick. it's hard to feedwithout getting fed.

my 6 foot goddessmakes me laughthe laughter of the mutilatedwho still needlove...she has saved mefrom everything that isnot here

and beware those whoonly takeinstructions from theirGodfor they havefailed completely to live their ownlives.

the holiest place on earth is where an ancient hatred has become apresent love.

The word 'Terror' is so generally and universally used in connection with everyday trivial matters that it is apt to fail to convey, when intended to do so, its real meaning.

To the thing that hurts you most. To the paranormal and to never being normal.

Wanting to work is so rare a merit, that it should be encouraged.

Oh! if people knew what a comfort to a horse a light hand is.

If you eat well, you can transform your life.

I loved every place I lived and traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I fell hard for Central America and Mexico. In each country, I had fantasies that I could live there.

You may think that those aeroplanes in this city on 9/11 came out of a clear, blue sky. I believe they emerged out of a swamp of hatred created by us.

A good portrait is incredibly hard to create, there is too much temptation to pander to the individual rather than portray them as they really were

That idea of comparison is what fans do. That's why fans exist. They believe in something and something connects to them, and they have passionate feelings and opinions about films.