When people realize they are being listened to, they tell you things.

Paul Ryan, he is the real evil genius of the Republican party. He with his little hateful widow's peak and his smirky, snarly, simpering non-entity self, that's who I detest. Trump's just a moron, but Ryan is ugly and evil.

It is right that you have to have a tolerance for solitude. But when that solitude bears fruit, you can abandon it. You can be in the company of others.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

Tweet, tweet, you're alive, you ignorant asshole.

She was an artist. She held opposites in her mind.

With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.