The older I get, the surer I am that I'm not running the show.

The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul.

Everyone has a kind of magical system that they employ in the hopes that this will open up the channels.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

[I had a sense of interior panic].Always. I didn't really know what to call it for a long time, but I have a friend in Greece who used that word panic a lot, and I found myself resisting it, until I totally accepted that as a precise description of my interior condition. It was mostly panic from one moment to the next. And nothing much else was going on.

Everybody knows the dice are loaded.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.