As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

I know the scent of betrayal. I may be kind to you, but don't mistake my kindness for weakness. After all, the Angels have a sharp sword too

The Grace of God and the human will are co-operant, but not on equal terms. Grace has the pre-eminence.

We turned an anthem into an assignment, a poem into a job description.

When you are not practicing, remember, someone somewhere is practicing, and when you meet him he will win.

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

One musician listens to another musician, and you get inspired and then you do your thing, but it's yours.

There is the melancholy of Europe. There is the romantic malaise. Feeling sad is almost a form of deepness.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

If I had only one sermon to preach it would be on the Lordship of Christ. When we get right on that point we are right all down the line. God honors the exaltation of His Son.

I'm very, very curious about how people live under the volcano, how they handle the permanence of danger.