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I was a pretty wild kid, and I probably lived 48 years in my first 20. But I always seemed to have a true line of faith for some reason.
I'm not the sort of writer who can plan out things. Mostly I have no idea where I'm going.
My first memories of life were in rehearsal; that's why I can sleep through anything.
I hadn't worked for a couple of years so I thought it would be nice to earn some money and pay the bills.
One reason to write a poem is to flush from the deep thickets of the self some thought, feeling, comprehension, question, music, you didn't know was in you, or in the world.
I never thought I'd be doing records a year after I started - I had no idea it would last as long as it did.
Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.
I was really tired of words like 'plus size,' 'round' and 'large.' I thought, 'Come on, we're fat.'
But it is possible that, in the days ahead, these years we have lived through may eventually be thought of simply as a period of disturbance and regression.
