“...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...”

“...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...”

“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”

“...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...”

“...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...”

“...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...”

“Crap.It's all crap.Living is crap.Life has no meaning.None. Nowhere to be found.Crap.Why doesn't anybody realize this?”

“...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldnt that make a charming epitaph? Here li...”

“Charlie whistled "Amazing Grace" as he drove. It was all I could do not to whip my head around and snap, Are you kidding me? Couldn't he pick something more appropriate, like "Shout at the Devil" o...”

“Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.”

“Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.”

“If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, "Wake up and write the book!”

“To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.”

“Laughing in my ear is a muse amused by how I paint her whims on paper with silly words.”