English words are like prisms. Empty, nothing inside, and still they make rainbows.

Everybody’s got a mean side. Just don’t feed it till it grows.

In my writing, I want to be laid bare as a human being.

I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening.

I feel very privileged to hear how somebody used to run around stickin' people up and stealing cars, and now they're gettin' their life back together... I just love the stories. The stories of the fallen world, they excite us. That's the interesting stuff.

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.

This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience and wetness of water. Whether it comes to you in a storm or in a cup, it owns you--we are more water than dust. It is our origin and our destination.