Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds.

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me.

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.

If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied.

I miss good old-fashioned honorable people just trying to make something of life. Simply, without hurting anyone else. I know that makes me a sap.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.

She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or worthwhile.

And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know...

Each day the sun kisses the earth goodnight yet now two sunsets are alike

Who longest waits most surely wins.

Within a capitalist consumer society, the cult of personality has the power to subsume ideas, to make the person, the personality into the product and not the work itself.

I know they are going to be doing a box set in Europe of Danzig 5 and 6 and some other stuff.

Keep varying the program. Your body will tell you what to do.

My satyagrahi spirit tells me that I may not retaliate.

I'm a geek, I like to code, I even like to use spreadsheets when I cook.

Are you a polititcian or does lyin' just run in your family?