A giant motherboard of geese, unruffled by the statepolice, swarmed in unison, in harmony...

Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day?Who is the Yogi, Namaste?

I wonder what became of you, your JohnnyRotten skin, no Emerald City eyes.You'd have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter.

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

You think it’s a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.

...we’re not even really hiking, more like meandering in cinematic light.

He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor’s open field.He’s decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.

Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlightin strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...

...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.

Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?

Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung to silence by the news that something winged has lost its flight.

Never advise a man against his wife or a wife against his husband. When they come together again you will be the archenemy. When they separate, the fault will all be yours

Alex resisted the urge to throw Seb off the balcony and see if he could fly.

The County Jail looked like a tall, forbidding elementary school. Seven stories of dirty brown brick, one hundred years old and now operating at 330 percent of capacity.

If you have to put someone on a pedestal, put teachers. They are society's heroes.

There are no bad pictures; that's just how your face looks sometimes.

Stock-picking is like gambling: those who win well, seldom bet, but when they do, they bet heavily.

Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger. Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.

Nobody has a magic lamp which can tell you in advance whether what you say will be effective in persuading an audience.

I don't have a computer. I don't know anything about that. I don't even know what a website is.

The basis for the ethics of the Sermon on the Mount is not what works, but rather who God is.