Dear Anonymous, I've got a secret I know you can keep it because you don't really exist....This is what shapes you, this is what makes you as authentic as you are fake.

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

...we’re not even really hiking, more like meandering in cinematic light.

...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.

Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?

Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung to silence by the news that something winged has lost its flight.

It was as if someone had leftthe bird thereas a kind of telegramof feathers, oily feathersthat looked like they’d struggled, shuttered a little before letting gointo flightforever.

Rejoice and thank God in the midst of your storms. For those people who have been through hell and back but continue to have smiles on their faces, they are the examples of God’s grace and mercy

The greatest mistake in the treatment of diseases is that there are physicians for the body and physicians for the soul, although the two cannot be separated.

As a child I sometimes used to travel to the West Bank to visit my family, so I know what the checkpoints felt like. I knew what it was like to live under occupation.

How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.

Well, there doesn't seem anything else for an ex-President to do but to go into the country and raise big pumpkins.

Nothing that is worthwhile is ever easy.

I had a great first year and Mr. MacDonald was my biggest supporter. He gave me the encouragement I needed that first year to get my career started on a positive note.

Same old eyes, same old world but the difference is how you look at what is in front of you, not what it is.

Good intentions do not guarantee good results. Somehow Andrew Keates turns works of merit into evenings of entertainment. Don't call him a dramaturge, call him an alchemist.

I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.