I'm not perfect; no, I step in sh*t all the time and recognize it when I do. I've just learned how to scrape it off my boots and carry on.
When I look back, I realize she raised me like a white kid—not white culturally, but in the sense of believing that the world was my oyster, that I should speak up for myself, that my ideas and thoughts and decisions mattered.
When I was seventeen years old, music had become my counselor when I needed guidance, my friend when I felt alone, my father when I needed love, my preacher when I needed hope, and my partner when I needed to belong.
I began to experience the most powerful advantage of money: the ability to think of things besides money.
Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.
There was no one in the world that was ever as critical or could make me feel as hideous as my mother, but there was no one, not even Peter, who ever made me feel as beautiful.
Ritie, don't worry 'cause you ain't pretty. Plenty pretty women I seen digging ditches or worse. You smart. I swear to God, I rather you have a good mind than a cute behind.
Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere.
There is nothing lower than the poor stealing from the poor. It's hard enough as it is. We sure as hell don't need to make it even harder on each other.
Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.
I wanted to build something that was my own, something I could point to and say: I made that. It was the only way I saw to make life meaningful.
The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
If you retain nothing else, always remember the most important rule of beauty, which is: who cares?
Who has not known a journey to be over and done before the traveler returns? The reverse is also true: many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.
They say if you want to make God laugh, tell Her your plans. I may have never uttered my plans out loud, but She is laughing anyway.
Death is a funny thing. Not funny haha, like a Woody Allen movie, but funny strange, like a Woody Allen marriage.
Sweetheart, you got to understand something. Mad Dog Twenty-Twenty, that’s my favorite wine. And Mad Dog and opera, they don’t go together.
She started asking us for cocaine. I explained that drugs weren’t our thing, unless she was looking for Tylenol, in which case we went Extra Strength.
A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.
Death, so familiar to me in my work, was now paying a personal visit.
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