There's really not much in life that's as violent or traumatic as an encounter with somebody who really surprises you and opens up that strange dynamic that's involved in romantic love.

I don't mean to romanticise the struggle, that leads to all kinds of terrible violence and absurdities that are even worse than the perverse immediate gratification.

I have no idea what the hell is going on in the world, in my life, in what anything means, or what I'm supposed to do.

In our culture, the Oedipal drama succeeds in making us assume either a male or female sexual position. Certainly this is an ancient construct that's rapidly coming apart.

Musical acts that feign enthusiasm for what they're doing the guitarist who jumps up and down, like it's choreographed are so transparently vacuous.

Anytime you can muster the fury to actually write in the face of the impossibility of writing, that's an achievement.

It's so important what you're doing in your life. It's tremendously important to the work, and no aesthetic theories take that into account.

The categories of woman and man are too rigid. They're going to give way to new forces. They already have, to a degree, but for most of us, this drama held sway, and we assumed our positions.

I am definitely interested in soundtracks that one might associate with fantasy or sci-fi - they tend to be rich with musical ideas.

I think it's better to just say nothing at all than to just send two words.

With writing music, as a general rule I'm looking for something that surprises me, that doesn't fall within what's easy for me.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.

Ti­tles are granted or in­her­ited, no­bil­ity isn't. Whatever paper we receive, be it of material or immaterial value – it will never exceed the value of your character being loved by people!

She doesn't trust easily, but when she does it's always with the devil himself.

Dave was a confirmed serotonin junkie. Any day of the year, he chose a good book, a hot cupper, and air-conditioning over jeopardy to life and limb.

I had risked everything and gained everything, and here I was of the world and in it.

Being the evil undead wasn't fun anymore. For one thing, it was increasingly hard to get a library card.

…and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.

Congratulations on passing your test! Your HIV positive.

Change doesn't happen with people sitting on their behinds, getting lazy.

This is unusual for me. I have given readings and not lectures. I have told people who ask for lectures that I have no lecture to give. And that is true.