“We have warm open days and sunshine in Carolina. Much is denied us. But we have, we have. And an attitude is more powerful than any circumstance.”

It is defeat that lives on and takes the years to smother.

It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home–perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.

We know of the poverty about us, of the work and worry, but we know of a degree of freedom, of a stunted beauty.

We have been told to ask about everything: Will it leave us free?

It was not the goal that really concerned us, the journey was the thing. Who ever reaches any goal? From what journey can we return?

Every Day Is for the Thief is a vivid, episodic evocation of the truism that you can’t go home again; but that doesn’t mean you’re not free to try.

The groundhog is like most other prophets; it delivers its prediction and then disappears.

I’ve killed myself so many times, I don’t even exist anymore.

This love for everyday things, part natural from the wide eye of Infancy, part a literary calculation

May I suggest, instead of a war to feel better about yourself, perhaps… sit-ups? Maybe a fruit cup? Eight glasses of water a day?

The only thing I have to say to people – try being the hero of your own world one day.

There were days on that show where I had to go in and record a song, then I had to rehearse the dance for that song, and then I had to go and shoot a separate scene. That would be one day. So yeah, it was about the value of time and being prepared, and not to freak out.

Try to be in the day. Try to not have today stolen from you by anxiety about yesterday or tomorrow.”