It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.

Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.

Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.