You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired. And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

First I dream my life. Then I live in that dream with love and joy.

The tolerance power is the mother of egoism!

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.

Content Is King, Distribution is Queen

I thought that communism, the tyranny of communism, was an abomination and I beseeched God to bring that terrible evil down and he did. It was a great triumph, it took awhile, but it happened.

ENTERTAINMENT, n. Any kind of amusement whose inroads stop short of death by injection.

If a composer has a nice wife and some nice children, how can he let the children starve on his dissonances?

It's very easy to become selfish and narrow-minded and see ballet as the only thing in life, but there's lots more.

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.

Remain open. There is something bigger than you know going on here.