Fear, he said, ran all of our lives. Fear, he said, after religion, was the most destructive force in the world.
Leonard asks me if there’s anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what’s the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that’s an easy one, my son, it’s whatever you want it to be.
Live and let live, do not judge, take life as it comes and deal with it, everything will be okay.
Even a second of freedom is worth more than a lifetime of bondage.
I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don’t.
That’s what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time – is they’ve figured out new ways of telling the same stories.
It’s cold and it’s winter and the world has gone to sleep.
The best stories are universal stories that have been told for as long as humanity has existed it’s just figuring out new ways to do it, with language, with structure. And so I’m always trying to do that.
Be patient and wait. Your mud will settle. Your water will be clear.
Everything I know and I am and I have seen felt done past present past now then before now seen felt done hurt felt focus into a something beyond words beyond beyond beyond and it speaks now and it says. Stay. Fight. Live. Take it.
I always wanted to write a book about LA, a big ambitious book. Nobody had ever really done it with LA- treating the city seriously as a major economic and cultural power, as the embodiment of 21st century America.
Stay. Fight. Live. Take it. Cry. Cry. Cry.
In Lilly’s eyes her beautiful clear water eyes there is what I have sought and never found, wanted and never had, hoped for and never discovered. Love.
I’m writing books. They’re still a mix of fact and fiction and will continue to be. I think it’s an interesting place to work.
Every year, at 8:00 PM on the second Saturday of July, hundreds of people gather along a section of Los Angeles rail track to drop their pants and moon passing passenger trains.
To live with angels and chase their dreams.
Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?
More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn’t alone.
Part of me still loves. More of me doesn’t.
One of the beautiful and terrible things about America is you can go there and still be whatever you want, if you bust your ass and you have some luck.