Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

Let it go on record that any confusion arose simply because we lacked certain commonalities of reference.

As the new work fills my notebooks, I've come to realize that the characters in my stories were so real because I really did want to get close to people, I really did want to know them. It was just easier to do it on paper, one step removed.

If you don't believe that the world has a heart, then you won't hear it beating, you won't think it's alive and you won't consider what you're doing to it.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

In the dark attics of our minds, all times mingle.

Look inside yourself for the answers - you're the only one who knows what's best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.