The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough,

The Cynic Is A Coward. He Foresees All Barrenness So That Barrenness Can Never Surprise Him.

Hollywood Is A Mirage Factory.

There Is An Ugliness In Being Paid For Work One Does Not Like.

I Can’t Let You Go Now. I Want To Go Places With You; Obscure Little Places, Just To Be Able To Say: Here I Came With Her.

I Don't Hear Your Words: Your Voice Reverberates Against My Body Like Another Kind Of Caress, Another Kind Of Penetration. I Have No Power Over Your Voice. It Comes Straight From You Into Me. I Could Stuff My Ears And It Would Find Its Way Into My Blood And Make It Rise.