It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

All really great artists, Jackson Pollack, John Cage, Beckett or Joyce - you are never indifferent to them.

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

You have to do something bad to do something good.

We all choose things, and we also all choose against things. I want to be the kind of person who chooses for more than chooses against.