And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

We are created by being destroyed.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

Peace does not mean an absence of violence or conflict, but it means how we respond to it, with violence or with love and understanding. Hate never can eradicate hate but love can do that.

Such is an actor's life. We must ride the waves of every film, barfing occasionally, yet maintain our dignity, even as the bulk of our Herculean efforts are keel-hauled before our very eyes.

I'm not disappointed with bronze. It's always good to come away with a medal.

Any man who wants to be president is either an egomaniac or crazy.

I thawt I thaw a putty tat.” “I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. “Now, then, luv, let’s get down to business

All humans need love, attention, and appreciation, and those can be very female traits. I feel like they should be male and female traits, but I think that they are more easily attributed to women.

Max: "You'll never be good enough to deserve her, you know." Ash: "God doesn't always give you what you deserve," Ash said quietly. "Sometimes he gives you what you can't live without.

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

Just as stinginess is blameworthy, so is facility in paying more for things than they are worth...