How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.

You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.

As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them is to bring literature to people who would normally not be quite as demanding in their reading tastes, to show them writing that can be more than just entertainment.

No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.

We don't have a unitary society anymore, you know; it's very fragmented. I look up and down my block in Silverlake and there is a different universe in every house.