Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

If the sun rolled back like an eye, it would see the mind of God.

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

We can imprison ourselves with our wants, wishes, and false dreams.

I always worried because whenever a drought struck, an accursed storm of blood always followed.

If a bully mocks you, just think about your positive values compared to the bully and ignore his or her harsh comments.

She touched him everywhere she could reach. The rounded hardness of his biceps and chest, the ripped contours of his back, his thick, damp hair, until touching with his hands wasn't enough.

There are, in truth, no specialties in medicine, since to know fully many of the most important diseases a man must be familiar with their manifestations in many organs.

Friends die one by one, but so, thank God, do enemies.

Most calves used by the dairy industry have their horns BURNED or GOUGED out of their heads.

I thought about the meaning of pluralism in a world where the forces that seek to divide us are strong. I came to one conclusion: We have to save each other. It’s the only way to save ourselves.

I have to write for everyone. What really fascinates me is how you make films or make stories that can genuinely be shared by different groups.

Progress is a tension between the notion of perfection and the notion that striving, not finding, is important.