To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
'Through the times I've gone through the last couple of weeks - and I'm still trying to help a friend - I got attacked pretty hard through the media, and it hurt and it was devastating, but I really found out who was with me and who was there for me.
I grew up in Chicago, and there was always snow. In Los Angeles there never was, so we would always import snow!