Hearts of gold are heavy.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I ask my father to read an article about male entitlement and emotional labor."Can you just tell me what it says?" he says.

Cancer - a more or less permanent traffic jam in the body.

Nobody can be more clownish, more clumsy and sententiously in bad taste than Herman Melville.

We all want peace. Unfortunately, there are times when peace must be defended by fighting terror and tyranny.

It is harder to fight pleasure than to fight emotion.

In families there is always the mythology. My father died when my kids were quite young still, and yet they still tell his stories. That is how a person lives on.

Much can be learned in play that will afterwards be of use when the circumstances demand it.

Our lives are co-authored in dialogue.

How sweet to die after one's enemies.

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.