We had gay burglars the other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering – these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love – these are what we stay alive for.
I like my wine like my women - ready to pass out.
I do believe in love; it's wonderful - especially love third time around, it's even more precious; it's kind of amazing.
I think it's great when stories are dark and strange and weirdly personal.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'