I've never had a problem with the old truism about dancing to architecture. I think you can dance to architecture. There's some pretty funky architecture to dance to.

The life of the mind is always more interesting than the real. The idea is often more interesting than the actual.

I didn't start writing in order to express myself. If anything the opposite was true. I was just as interested in negating the I and the ego.

The way I have progressed as a writer over the years is to try and stay true to the principles I absorbed.

I think all writing about art is in some way dancing to architecture. It's all about similitude, being analogous, metaphorical, adjectival, etc.

I'm an avowed modernist. I'm for the new thing. I came to the conclusion many years ago that rock music is essentially a conservative form.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

She prayed to the gods of love and the gods of destruction, for they are one and the same.

Some of us, for better or worse, develop very stable, consistent, and largely predictable machineries of self. But in others, the self machinery is more flexible and more open to unexpected turns.

There are so many quirky characters, its easy to fall in love with any number of the characters on The Carrie Diaries.

I thought when I became a Christian I had nothing to do but just to lay my oars in the bottom of the boat and float along. But I soon found that I would have to go against the current.

Poverty is a soft pedal upon the branches of human activity, not excepting the spiritual.

I love order and organization.

My perfect weekend... anything to do with nature.

I'll be there for you, as long as it works for me. I play a game, its called insincerity.

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality.