It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.

People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

If you love somebody, tell them.