I returned to confirm there can be no return.

Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?

Even a painful longing is some form of presence.

My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown.

I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.

I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.

There are things better left untouched by words.

Insight is vision through the ‘mind’s eyes.

Socrates once said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." I would expand on his thought by suggesting, "The unexamined society is not worth living in.

Fashion has two purposes: comfort and love. Beauty comes when fashion succeeds.

I believe e-courses will eventually change people's attitude toward learning. Education will play an increasingly dominant role in people's lives. For people of all ages and all geographies.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

I'm the one in the band that said I'm not going on tour unless we do a record.

Even if Hitler at the last moment would want to avoid war which would destroy him he will, in spite of his wishes, be compelled to wage war.

I honestly turned to writing because I didn't know what else to do, and because a friend had gently suggested it.

When you don't behave the way liberals think you should, their effort and their intention to control you compounds.

The sad part about happy endings is there's nothing to write about.