Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all.

Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.

It's such a liability to love another person.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

Heaven in not out there, it is in your blissful heart.

Life is a process of discovering your INNATE NATURE!

Friendships are fragile things and require as much care in handling as any other fragile and precious thing.

To want friendship is a great fault. Friendship ought to be a gratuitous joy, like the joys afforded by art or life.

I do admire [Willie] Wonka. He's a true capitalist. His factory has zero government regulations, slave labor and an indoor boat. Wonderful.

When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy

Death is the inventor of God.

The problem in my life and other people's lives is not the absence of knowing what to do but the absence of doing it.

I think [Pat] Buchanan is far too easily and glibly dismissed.

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable