The only question is how to make love stay.

My paintings are very strange - large and empty, like walls. Just the opposite of my writing, which is rich and juicy.

Something has got to hold it together. I'm saying my prayers to Elmer, the Greek god of glue.

The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.

Religions lead us to believe that the soul is the ultimate family jewel and that in return for our mindless obedience, they can secure it for us in their vaults, or at least insure it against fire and theft. They are mistaken.

I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.

The word desire suggests that there is something we do not have. If we have everything already, then there can be no desire, for there is nothing left to want. I think that what the Buddha may have been trying to tell us is that we have it all, each of us, all the time; therefore, desire is simply unnecessary.