Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.
She walked in the shadow of Rango with a great feeling of being taken out of herself, of having no knowledge of what was happening to her, merely a pervading sense of flow.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
Writing more and more to the sound of music, writing more and more like music. Sitting in my studio tonight, playing record after record, writing, music a stimulant of the highest order, far more potent than wine.