Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
The only joy in the world is to begin.
The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
One night I had a dream, and in that dream a big black man appeared to me and told me what to mix up for my hair. I made up my mind I would begin to sell it.
I wasn't sure how people were going to take to the stories I was telling and the things I wanted to sing about.
You've got to have faith. You've got to begin to continue to hope and not give up on others.
It didn't feel difficult at the time because I was so charged up about both books. Afterward, however, I was pretty tired. In a good way, like after a great workout.