In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional... What a special case I was.

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.

You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.

If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life. You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

After you get stung, you can't get unstung no matter how much you whine about it.