...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...
....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....
...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...
...it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...
...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...
...some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense...
...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...
...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...
...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...
...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...
...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...
...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...
...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...
...I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...
...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
One of the convenient things about literature is that, despite copyrights [...] a book belongs to the reader as well as to the writer.
Film is such a bizarre vehicle for acting. It's such a bizarre experience. I don't think you ever really get familiar with it. If you do get familiar with it, you're probably not that good anymore.
