Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining her feet.The stars touched midnight.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes...

So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

We are born to unfold the beauty of life and to adorn the universe with unique thoughts.

An editor asked me what led me to write erotica. I replied, "A dirty mind, excess words, and an overactive sacral chakra.

People who say it cannot be done should have an encounter with God. Through God all things are possible.

No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n; But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.

I feel like when you're a celebrity, people dehumanize you and they forget you're a real person.

The thing you realize pretty quickly, though, is that being in front of an audience whose job it is to laugh is a big pressure if the writing is not hilarious.

I can't tell if I'm a good person or I'm faking really well

Music is almost mystical to me. It really has an incredibly powerful force.

I remember walking the dog one day, I saw a car full of teenage girls, and one of them rolled down the window and yelled, 'Marc Jacobs!' in a French accent.