I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.

And don't tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn't. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That's what we live with.

Photography is without mercy--though it's nonsense to say it does not lie. Rather, it lies in a particular, capricious way which makes beggars of ministers and gods of cat's meat men.

You need to relax and be yourself, not whoever it is you’re trying to be in your mad little head. I bloody don’t, though. I’m me and I’m good at it.

Nature intended in her design a hearty life of toil, open fires and plump old age attended by a brood of sun-touched brats.

Joe is never sure whether they're mad or just alarmingly and uncompromisingly incapable of self-delusion.

Loving-kindness challenges those states that tend to arise when we think of ourselves as isolated from everyone else—fear, a sense of deficiency, alienation, loneliness.

I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.

It's never too late to learn how to love.

Time is the silent never-resting thing ... rolling rushing on swift silent like an all-embracing oceantide on which we and all the universe swim.

The longer I look at something, the more my imagination churns and I can find somewhere to put it.

Take this rifle, kid. Gimme that guitar.

I don't see why a poem couldn't be spoken out a car window or written on the beach at low tide. In fact, I'm sure people are doing it.

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.

He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.