The despairing soul is a rebel.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

How lovely this world is, really: one simply has to look.

Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.

Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

Everybody calls me "Marty." I never know what to call myself.

Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, but stigma and bias shame us all.

The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

I loved what Brigitte Bardot represented in the 60's. Definite favourite.

A fool and his money are quickly parted.

Like sheep, sidhe-seers herd by nature, until you *want* them to go somewhere. Then they're all fluffy bottoms and broken.

They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

Buried my wife the other day. Had to, she died.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.