“I am what I feel and think and do.”

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I am not cruel, only truthful.

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

If they don’t have a winning attitude, I don’t want them.

Resolve to be a master of change rather than a victim of change.

Each of us creates his or her own life largely by our attitude.

Attitude is the reflection of a person, and our world mirrors our attitude.

Don’t catch the bad and infectious attitudes of others.

Always keep that happy attitude. Pretend that you are holding a beautiful fragrant bouquet.

Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn’t have messed with? That’s me.

You are responsible for how your life turns out, and your attitude shapes that life for better or worse.