Life

He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him.

Playing in my early bands, working as a studio musician, producing and going to art school was, in retrospect, my apprenticeship. I was learning and creating a solid foundation of ideas, but I wasn't really playing music.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

Claim whatever you want. Say you only want a happy family or a successful career or a big house. I say: no, that's not what you want. You'll settle for those things, but you really want a monkey that does your evil bidding. Pullman is a genius just for this.

Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering, in order that they may have existence.

When undesirable and ugly addendum enters a man's life history, it become acceptable as part of the process of growing up.

Would people be excited about your departure from the earth or they would wish you should come back again and again if possible?

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

My thoughts and imaginations are little seeds. I want them to grow tall and strong like a tree. I plant them in the soil of paper and let them grow to shade and support the world with beauty, love, joy.

What you are trying to let go of...Is already gone.

As a teen, I heard the second Velvet Underground album, 'White Light/White Heat,' and it was too much for my limited scope of appreciation. It was intense, but I didn't get it.

... It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon his character and conduct...

I used to sleep on the floor next to the bed, because I believed that I didn't even deserve a bed to sleep in. And then, one morning, a cockroach crawled onto my leg. I looked at it, and suddenly I awoke from a kind of hypnotic trance in which I had been all my life.

She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard.

I didn't know much about computers. I still worked on a manual Olivetti typewriter.

To die or not to die, that is the question; it is nobler to live in torment and rage than not to live at all?

All the time I'm not writing I feel like a criminal. It's horrible to feel felonious every second of the day. It's much more relaxing to actually write.

Thought can never capture the movement of life, it is much too slow.

Jason smiled. The sound of wings was louder now, the fluttering of angels come to carry him home.

A very smart woman once told me that anger can feel like a life buoy, like it's the only thing keeping you afloat, but that in order to heal you have to let go.