“Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.”

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Love me like my demons do.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

A mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.

Be you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.

I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.

Life is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.

Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.

I’ve never had formal drama-school training; I’ve just picked things up as I’ve gone along.

Public art existed all along, but ecological art just naturally grew out of my thinking and writings in that area for years.

Layer upon layer, Italy’s storied past unfolds in Robert Kaster’s captivating journey along the venerable Queen of Roads.

I am one of the founders of Hip-Hop along with my brothers Kool DJ Herc and Grandmaster Flash.

I’ve known great happiness in my life along with great darkness, and a question that has repeatedly entered my poetry has been, how do we use the direct experience of happiness that may be given us.

When email and the Internet came along, I never publish an email address. I just stuck with this P.O. Box address.

When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on

Our prayers run along one road and God’s answers by another, and by and by they meet.