I’m a very analytical person, a somewhat introspective person; that’s the nature of the work I do.
When I began experimenting, people weren’t ready for it. Once it’s in its second and third generational stages, people can accept it.
I have always thought of myself as a painter derailed by circumstance.
The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he’ll steal your heart and sail away.
Something’s lost, but something’s gained, in living everyday.
The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what’s behind the curtain the jury cries.
Let light hearts remake us.
You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.
I create by feeling rather than by intellectualizing.
Land of snap decisions, land of short attention spans, nothing is savored long enough to really understand.
Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing.
During times like these, the wise are influential.
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.
Some turn to Jesus and some turn to heroin.
Laughing and crying, you know it’s the same release.
They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.
The most important thing is to write in your own blood. I bare intimate feelings because people should know how other people feel.
She’ll prophesy your death. She won’t say when.
I hang my laundry on the line when I write.
I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shot gun in the sky and they were turning into butterflies above our nation.