Caught between the tongue and the taste.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

When you're looking that far out, you're giving people their place in the universe, it touches people. Science is often visual, so it doesn't need translation. It's like poetry, it touches you.

You have to be involved during midterm elections, you have to care about what happens at a school board level.

There seems to be no agent more effective than another person in bringing a world for oneself alive, or, by a glance, a gesture, or a remark, shriveling up the reality in which one is lodged.

I kind of like to look at the ranch on Google, reminds me of where I want to be sometimes.

A goal without a plan is a wish.

When it comes to art, money is an unimportant detail. It just happens to be a huge unimportant detail.

You have to maintain your principles but have a broader appeal.

I know that positive energy begets positive energy. I know that when I decide to see the good in something or someone, it's returned to me tenfold.

Even as a baby I quickly learned to crawl out of my crib. ... They'd put up barriers but I learned how to go over them.

We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.