You have a strange relationship with calamity when you're a writer: you write about it as an artist you objectify and fetishize it. You render life into material and that's a creepy thing to do.

I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.

I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.

We have a strange and wonderful relationship - he's strange and I'm wonderful.

As soon as I got out there I felt a strange relationship with the pitcher's mound. It was as if I'd been born out there. Pitching just felt like the most natural thing in the world. Striking out batters was easy.

The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar is the test of their power.

Also as I lay there thinking of my vision I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning it would be like fog and get away from me.

It is a strange desire to seek power and to lose liberty or to seek power over others and to lose power over a man's self.

We have also arranged things so that almost no one understands science and technology. This is a prescription for disaster. We might get away with it for a while but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.

People who are in power make their arrangements in secret largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.

And I'm a believer that you take a negative and turn it into a positive and as it turned out it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. And so I do appreciate the Ranger staff and the Ranger organization for giving me that opportunity.

For to be a stranger is naturally a very positive relation it is a specific form of interaction.

Inauthenticity is endemic in American politics today. The political backrooms where I spent much of my career were just as benighted as my personal life equally crowded with shadowy strangers and compromises truths I hoped to deny. I lived not in one closet but in many.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.

Poetry does not consist of words alone there must be sentiment and fancy combination and arrangement.

I'm hopefully touring with Colin Baker next year in Perfect Strangers. I have performed with Sylvia Simms in poetry and music evenings. I would love to do those for the rest of my career - they are so fun and witty.