All world was one, one windy nothing, My world was christened in a stream of milk.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Love is the last light spoken.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

That is an artist as I love artists, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art - panem et Circen.

The purpose of all prayer is to find God's will and to make that our prayer

In the modern world, all literary art is necessarily political -- especially that which pretends not to be.

Every time a customer calls or you call a customer, you have an opportunity and a choice. What choice are you making?

I move my lips when I read -- I'm painfully slow -- so I like really good English.

Good God! This man should be writing dime novels.

Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.

Most people have thought of ... climate change as a problem about the environment that is separate and distinct from problems of human wellbeing.

My first memory of loving music happened so early. We would always go to the beach in the summer and I would run from blanket to blanket, from family to family and just sing Lion King songs acapella.