Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract..

The real joke that history played on American women is not the one that makes people snigger, with cheap Freudian sophistication, at the dead feminis….

My "me" is God nor do I recognize any other "me" except my God himself..

Don't talk to us like we ignint!.

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before ….

I like L.A., but I shouldn't live there..

I don't belong to anyone..

I'm no longer interested in the possible..

I just keep making things, and whatever happens, happens..

I've never been super confident about anything. The work is never as good as it could be..

One's life has many compartments..

I'm not tortured and neurasthenic - I'm really not..

How can you live in the Northeast?.

How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?.

God, I love John Cassavetes..

To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse - that cloud that dulled the heart and made h….

Elvis was the firstest with the mostest..

One of the things that fascinates me is the music of speech..

But we can't go back. We can only go forward..

Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty..

What poetry can, must, and will always do for us: it complicates us, it doesn’t ‘soothe.’.