Grief is a circular staircase.

Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut.

I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are the same list.

I am tired of the litany of months, September October I am tired of the way the seasons keep changing, mimicking the seasons of the flesh which are real and finite.

I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Absence"]

What we want is never simple.

Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I.

I regret the way pain has taught me nothing.

Spring is the shortest season.

To be the other womanis to be a seasonthat is always about to end, when the air is floweredwith jasmine and peach, and the weather day after dayis flawless, and the forecastis hurricane.

One of history's most dangerous games begins with dividing the world into the good guys and the bad guys and ends with using any means necessary to take the villains out.

Negativity is like being stung constantly by a thousand bees. At first it’s really annoying, but after a few more stings it becomes toxic.

In 1966, I bought my parents a carriage clock for their silver wedding anniversary. It was last wound 30 years later, in December 1996, the month my father died.

Everything now will prepare you for the next step. Don't run from adversity; lean into it with all your heart and God will make you a leader worth following.

Figuratively, they escaped from Cout Olaf and their miserable existence. They did not literally escape, because they were still in his house and vulnerable to Olaf's evil in loco parentis ways.

There's something about the style of living in the country that they feel, "This is what represents me." So style is about the philosophy of how we create our civilization.

Moses made mistakes, Abraham made mistakes, David made mistakes, Elijah made mistakes.

Style is to forget all styles.

Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living.

Beloved, let the fact of what our Lord suffered for you grip you, and you will never again be the same