I'm lucky enough to occasionally be able to do something I love - write poems - and unlucky enough that what I love confuses and overwhelms me.

I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might please you- this life, already wasted and still strewn with miracles?

A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind.

We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.

In life, the number of beginnings is exactly equal to the number of endings ... In poetry, the number of beginnings so far exceeds the number of endings that we cannot even conceive of it.

in the beginning William Shakespeare was a baby, and knew absolutely nothing. He couldn't even speak.

Art has always been aware of itself as art.

In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to?

In the end I would rather wonder than know

The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the secret and keep it.

Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.

A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.

Smile and the world smiles with you...Weep and you weep alone.

I want to work as hard as I can. But I also want six kids! It takes a lot of courage as an actor to take time off for family. But family is everything.

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

If you text 'I love you' and the person writes back an emoji - no matter what that emoji is, they don't love you back.

the thing I would wish for anybody I loved would be the possibility of never coming to the end of discovery. I think it is what makes life worth living.

Nothing is ever the same twice because everything is always gone forever, and yet each moment has infinite photographic possibilities.

I'm Phil Knight, and I don't believe in advertising.

Life should be a continual celebration, a festival of lights the whole year round. Only then can you grow up, can you blossom.

I have let my family down and I regret those transgressions with all of my heart.