Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Who on earth can bring you down when God is already lifting you up to receive bigger and bigger blessings?

I progressed through so many different styles of music through my teen years, both as a player and a vocalist, particularly the jazz and pop of the early 20th Century.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

What’s the secret to success? It’s no secret. You need a winning attitude, honesty and integrity, and a burning desire to succeed.

For years after I resigned, I was still faithful to their way of thinking. But not in the American Communists.

Many writers who choose to be active in the world lose not virtue but time, and that stillness without which literature cannot be made.

The last thing we'll hear is some scientist saying 'It works!'

I only know how to do me, so that's just what I'm going to do.

If we keep treating our most important values as meaningless relics, that's exactly what they'll become.

Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.