I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.

He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell.

So I wonder what it is this need to tell.To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.

A wise man does not eat his seed even in the time of hunger, he knows the value of his seed!

I have moments where I miss my old self. But I think anyone can get caught up in what we used to have. But at the same time, we can choose to focus on the beauty of now.

I think rock & roll has prepared me for a lot of flexibility.

Imagine if your business burned down and you had to walk across the street and start again, what would you do differently?

I play chess badly and I've been beaten by my 10-year old son

I was a boy toy for a bunch of women.

a work that intends to be art must first be entertaining.

I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.

Art isn't done to decorate apartments, but to wage war against the enemy.

And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.