Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response.

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride, married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. Instructions for living a life: pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.