I have daughters and I have sons./When one of them lays a hand/On my shoulder, shining fish/Turn suddenly in the deep sea.

To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.

... where a man's wound is, that is where his genius will be.

We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again.

The door to the soul is unlocked; you do not need to please the doorkeeper, the door in front of you is yours, intended for you, and the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to.

Every part of you that you do not love will regress and become hostile towards you.

We make the path by walking.

It’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down.

There are a lot of men who are healthier at age fifty then they have ever been before, because a lot of their fear is gone.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.

Copywriters, journalists, mainstream authors, ghostwriters, bloggers and advertising creatives have as much right to think of themselves as good writers as academics, poets, or literary novelists.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the greatest authority on matters of life is life itself.

Then I overdosed at 28, at which point I began to accept the bipolar diagnosis.

The work part of a relationship is keeping it where you want it.

Long may Louis de Broglie continue to inspire those who suspect that what is proved by impossibility proofs is lack of imagination.

It is important to remember that these are your Declining Years, in which you can jolly well decline to do what you don't feel like doing, unless not doing it would make you feel worse than doing it.

My view is that one should not break up a winning combination.

With a camera, one has to love individual cases.

Just 'cause you pour syrup on something doesnt make it pancakes

A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.