His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.

Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best thing you can do it know yourself... know what you want.

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.