Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

I thought The Shining was just absolutely wonderful. Stephen King reaches all kinds of people. In the beginning he was just dismissed out of hand, which was terrible.

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

My life's been too much of a self-created vocation. And there are times when I think I've done everything in the name of defiance.

Life itself must be founded upon the infinite possibility for choice and accident. And if we cannot prove that it is, we must believe that it is. We must believe that we can change, that we can control, that we can direct our own destinies.