I look like vanilla pudding so nobody knows that on the inside I am spider soup.

You are the space in which these thoughts arise, but not the thoughts themselves.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?

when love comes without a clue - it comes to shake all our identity from our root.

No, my life is not this precipitous hourthrough which you see me passing at a run.

At least when one speaks of oneself one is passionate, well-informed and specific.

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.

... instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.

Practical! On Wednesday afternoons I could be practically anything. What's up?

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

I never get used to the faces--wide-eyed and full of possibility--staring bad at me.

To know Jesus Christ, you must first understand his supernatural identity. He is God.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

We live in one world together. It's more important than ever to be friend to all.