Art allows us to die over and over without actually dying. Only we must catch our breath.

I let quiet shape what I say, then realize there is nothing that can be fully said—the reason for gestures and eyes and art. Always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.

Maybe all you need to do is find the heartbeat in everything. And if writing is living, the discovery of the beat of a heart, then when you read me, you are living by my side.

If I could simply place the various parts of myself into the night sky to occasionally glance up and behold myself—maybe in the end I am only hoping to vicariously soak up some starlight.

I wonder how much space I take up, if a thought can take up secondary space.

I should think a poet president would be able to create a delectable confluence of various spaces. A poet is most political.

To believe in moments makes life endless, no?

Being in the country is like being in a dream—one doesn't quite know who one is. There is an anonymity to it all—that strange human creature that is me, one among all.

Sin corrupts even our good deeds. We injure our shoulder trying to pat ourselves on the back.

The reward of service is more service.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

Did you think that the missionary path was all glory? Than you have not read of God's greatest Messenger to earth, who sat and wept over Jerusalem, crying out, ʻI would... but ye would not.ʼ

When in doubt, wear white. I think white is a very important color just spiritually, and I think when you're feeling that way white is a great color to wear.

Sometimes sadness is appropriate. Not something to run from, not something to numb...just something to feel.

What people often mean by getting rid of conflict is getting rid of diversity, and it is of the utmost importance that these should not be considered the same.

Be like a flower, give hope to the world!

Sleep is a prison for a boy who has friends to meet.

Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.