A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

If you want to live an exceptional life, you must move beyond probability into the realm of possibility

The only weight I ever lifted weighed 24 ounces. It was a Schlitz. I always replaced my fluids.

It does not demean men to want to be what they imagine the wolf to be, but it does demean them to kill the animal for it.

When Satan's not in the mood, virtue triumphs. Hasn't even Satan a right not to be in the mood once in a while?

Does my new feminism make me look fat?

I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.

The militia is our ultimate safety. We can have no security without it. The great object is that every man be armed.

The creative urge matters. Stories matter. Images matter. It matters that you were born with a genius, a guiding spirit, a daimon that may know more about your destiny than you do.

Just take our name off the list. . . . The nomination is meaningless, because it's not voted on by the fans . . . .

Talking about our problems is our greatest additction. Break the habit. Talk about your joys.