A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.

The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

The truth can be very sharp. But it makes a cleaner wound than lies. It will not fester

I always like doing things that no one's ever done before. Doing things a little out of the ordinary.

I need to celebrate life because I'm in a good spot, I work hard, and I am happy with who I am and what I do for a living.

The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave.

Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.

Love makes one fitt for any work.

A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.

You can sum up the game of baseball in one word: 'You never know.'

I was a Catholic boy, I went to church every Sunday. A church has a certain magic and mystery for a child. It still shows in how I arrange things. It's always little altars.

My goal in a couple of years is to try to build a successful fashion house like Armani or Versace. I want that more than anything.