Sometimes when the wind is blowing in my hair, I cry because its coolness is too beautiful

I want to be anonymous . . . my ambition is to be completely forgotten.

Would You Wear My Eyes?

Streets paved with opal sadness, Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy, And jazz.

Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

Time: Change experienced and observed. Time measured by the angle of the turning earth as it rotates through its axis. The earth turning slowly on its spit under the fire of the sun.

Most middle-class whites have no idea what it feels like to be subjected to police who are routinely suspicious, rude, belligerent, and brutal.

It's hard to say what drives a three year-old, but I think I had a sense that nature was my solace, and nature was a place in which there was beauty, in which there was order.

No hours, nor amount of labor, nor amount of money would deter me from giving the best that there was in me.

Membership in a conspiracy, as in an army, frees people from the sense of personal responsibility.

American writers want to be not good but great; and so are neither.

I suppose when I started out I would have liked to have been the darling of critics or something, but everybody wants to be loved and admired.

Our campaigns have always been based on what we consider music icons that transcend generations and they're not of the moment - they continue to evolve.

I am living for every day and trying to have less fear, less worry. But I have always worried about everything; it's in my nature. It's the thing that makes me suffer the most.