Without a doubt, I must read, all the booksI've read about.See the artworkshung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.

Before I fellin love with words, with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first.

I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write.

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary.For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain.Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.

In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.

Money ... is always the great clue to what is happening in the world.

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord, For that a little emptier. My house on earth, what rich rewards. That guerdon were.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.

We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti

My weakness is wearing too much leopard print.

I remember thinking, 'I'll audition just once and if it doesn't work out I'll never think about it ever again.'

Drawing must seek for interest, not for admiration. Because admiration wears quickly.

Some of my ideas for film or theater come to me in dreams. I'm also very creative when I'm talking to others. I believe in collaboration.

I think it's important to stretch as you get older, but I try to do basically all the things I did when I played, except I can't do them as well and as much.

Endurance? You've only got to get out there and do it. Face up to it: man was meant to run.