我崇拜艺术……当我独自与我的音符在一起时，我的心在跳动，泪水从眼中流出，我的情感和喜悦难以承受。

写作是一种希望的行为。

言语是唯一永恒的东西。

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.