And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze About a star of deathless and painless peace But no astronomer can find where it is.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

[They] can’t….understand you: you’re such an exceptional person. That’s what I liked about you from the start

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.

Morality is a code of black and white. When and if men attempt a compromise, it is obvious which side will necessarily lose and which will necessarily profit.

I respect every mother and I believe people are entitled to use whatever benefits, claims and entitlements, if you like, that are available to them

There are always wonderful mysteries to confront.

Christ's religion needs no prop of any kind from any worldly source, and to the degree that it is thus supported is a millstone hanged about its neck.

Giving interviews is the most difficult thing about being a gymnast.

God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed!

I’m always surprised when writers say they don’t believe in a god or religion but they believe in creating a world on two hundred pages using symbols. We’re all worshiping something.

The U.S. has the most complicated and difficult tax system in the world; we've made it hard to file and pay taxes.