Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.

The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

Huddled around the fire of the alphabet.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously.

How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!

The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other.

When the meaning is unclear there is no meaning.

Even today, England is a very repressed, repressive country, and there's pressure to be kind of a certain way, so people do things that ultimately make them sad.

If it's possible, I binge. There are other shows, like 'The Americans' and 'Game of Thrones,' I watch and have to wait a week.

Silly me, Mr. Butterfingers.

I am receptive to the inflow and outpouring of the universe.

When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.

For me, the stars are the invisible people on the street that people don't really get a chance to know.

Nothing keeps me awake at night. I keep other people awake at night.

I consider myself a student of Hollywood.

Golf is a game where white men can dress up as black pimps and get away with it.