The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

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I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

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I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

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