We have no need for genius - genius is dead. We have need for strong hands, for spirits who are willing to give up the ghost and put on flesh...

Words are loneliness.

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world.

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...

Art consists in going the full length. If you start with the drums you have to end with dynamite, or TNT.

The word in your mouth is anarchy.

The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.

I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse.

A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of stars.

Pay off your student loan. Even if you don't have a job...Because when you finally get a job you're going to be one of us.

[On journalists:] They are as disruptive a menace to the public body: as grating turds in the intestines are to the private body.

The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.

I release all control to the Universe. I am at peace with myself and with life.

A family is a collection of strangers trapped in a web of DNA and forced to cope.

God's Word is pure and sure, in spite of the devil, in spite of your fear, in spite of everything.

I consider it a good rule for letter-writing to leave unmentioned what the recipient already knows, and instead tell him something new.

First of all, there was a volcano of words, an eruption of words that Shakespeare had never used before that had never been used in the English language before. It's astonishing. It pours out of him.

How deeply one felt when alone.