“I’ve never met Satan face to face, but I have dated a few of his daughters.”

Make the lioness inside her purr and her kitty will roar.

Music and sex are soulmates.

She might look like a fragile flower, but her stem is made of steel.

The heart reveals what the mind disguises.

Treat her like the daughter of an angry god.

With wild eyes she welcomes you to the adventure.

Spread your flames and I will eat your fire.

If your love destroys me, consider my destruction glorious.

Rise in the fire and preach your passion.

Until the right words exist, poetry will have to do.

She’s an immediate fire, She’s an instant fuck yes.

Never kiss anyone who doesn’t believe in poetry.

Sunsets, my love, are just abstract paintings of your eyes.

Some storms wear dresses.

Dead men will tell you, never stand in the way of a determined woman.

For love, even god was willing to die.

We already had an adopted daughter, 10-year-old Courtney, from my previous marriage.

They wrapped her up like a baby burrito to show to Mom. Here were a mother and her daughter and I love them both so much.

I’ve always loved music videos – I used to make my own for bands like Pearl Jam.

My favorite directors are Michel Gondry, Spike Jonze, and Patrick Daughters.

I’m raising a daughter. I want to be able to say to her, “You can be anything you want. You can be the President of the United States.” I’d love that.

Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.

It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.

Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.