I am supposed to be, according to what I am told, one of the children of the cotton plantation owner's sons. If I could prove that, I'd own the whole goddamn everything.

Having my animals or my children with me exorcises that feeling of not being wanted.

I would like to be writing more because people are constantly asking me questions, and I write down what they are asking me.

I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

Generally the whole entertainment business now is bland.

Truth is a theory that is constantly being disproved. Only lies, it seems, go on forever.

Greed can be very dangerous because you sacrifice your soul for the sake of something material, and then you start sacrificing people in order to keep that which is material.