We all have to find our own ways to say good-bye.

The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a vision. James ain't talked ever and he looks at that streetlight like it was a word and maybe like it was a verb. James wanted to streetlight me and make me bright and beautiful so all the moths and bats would circle me like I was the center of the world an held secrets.

When you resort to violence to prove a point, you’ve just experienced a profound failure of imagination.

These are things you should learn. Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you; your future is a skeleton walking one step in front of you. Maybe you don’t wear a watch, but your skeletons do, and they always know what time it is. Now, these skeletons are made of memories, dreams, and voices. And they can trap you in the in-between, between touching and becoming. But they’re not necessarily evil, unless you let them be.

Is God a man or a woman? God could be an armadillo. I have no idea.

I'm quite aware of my differences. I wouldn't classify them as weird

I had the feeling I was going to be successful, and I didn't want to be another disappointing Indian.