The truth is, I need 10 lifetimes to scratch the surface of the things I'd love to do.
Who could imagine a poet wearing anything other than black?
Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They're so. . . empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.
Those that think my clothes are androgynous also still believe that women should look like Barbie dolls. That's precisely the problem, the deep-rooted assumptions about what is feminine.
Fashion has a right to exist, because it permits the people to define themselves over and over again.
I just wait because I think people will find me. And I’m not the kind of person who will knock on somebody’s door. I wait. If they’re good for me, they will come towards me.
Music is very inspiring to me because "true" music releases a true energy that is just inspiring. It's like when you see a beautiful painting or a wonderful film. You just receive this creative energy, and all of a sudden you want to create too.
But maybe those things are like background noise if you’re from here. Maybe you have to experience this as a whole new place to appreciate it like I do.
We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered , whenever that happens, this moment will still exist in them. Those cells might be the biulding block of something new. A planet or star or a sunflower, a baby. Maybe even a cockroach. Who knows? Whatever it is, it'll be a part of us, this thing right here and now, and we'll be a part of it.
Blessed are the pure in heart; how will people believe that, unless we ourselves are worshipping the living God until our own hearts are set on fire and scorched through with his purity?
The same water that will kill you, drown you, give you hypothermia is the same water that will help you survive.