The bits which did mean anything were often so wonderfully buried that no one could ever spot them slipping past in the avalanche of nonsense.

I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.

I suppose it&#39;s a very highly developed form of denial, but some part of me completely denies that I&#39;m a performer.

The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.