I sometimes end up in dangerous situations, and I come back to you broken and messed up, and you worry about me when I'm gone. It's like marrying a policeman.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

we both smile and we are conspirators.

An hour's conversation on literature between two ardent minds with a common devotion to a neglected poet is a miraculous road to intimacy.

Even the best buzz wears off, and you wake up more trapped than the day before.

Hail Lord, ...Loose my chains.

When the public's right to know is threatened, and when the rights of free speech and free press are at risk, all of the other liberties we hold dear are endangered.

... Art is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.

I thought there had to be something I could do because it seemed crazy that, in addition to the psychological tragedy each woman has to face, came also all the rest.

I am geared towards communicating on a female level.

I met Jesse Owens once. He was a remarkable individual, and I have tremendous respect for what he did in the Olympics under the circumstances.

You'd be forgiven for thinking that climate change means we'll have to sacrifice our creature comforts. But it doesn't have to be that way.

Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.