The true story is vicious and multiple and untrue after all. Why do you need it? Don’t ever ask for the true story.

Ah men, why do you want all this attention? I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutely necessary. What do you have to offer me I can't find otherwise except humiliation? Which I no longer need.

Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

The problem with meditating is I generally go to sleep, and that's because I'm doing it wrong.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

I'm not interested in cutting the feet off my characters or stretching them to make them fit my certain political view.

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.