Only in rock music and the literary world you see so many ugly white guys with beautiful women. That says a lot about the women, their character. They're attracted to more than surface.

The poetry, if you will, of life is reduced to this sort of dry, scientific, you know, it's the worst sort of précis of who we are.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

Poetry = Anger x Imagination

Summer coming like a car from down the highway.

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

I was studying the sky like I was an astronomer, except it was daytime and I didn't have a telescope, so I was just an idiot.