I said I kicked a French chicken in the stomach once." "Huh?" "It said, 'Oeuf.'" "What is that?" "It's a joke. Do you want to hear another, or have you already had un oeuf?

If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

I imagine I should have told it to you before? I love you, Sejal.I wish for you to become my wife.Recently I’ve also opened a shop in North Dakota and thinking that, just maybe, you love me too.

I want to be tantric with you.

I have become an orchidwashed in on the salt white beach.Memory, what can I make of it nowthat might please you-this life, already wastedand still strewn with miracles?

I'm trying to see my own country with fresh eyes.

I get embarrassed listening to my last CDs. I've got a lot of work to do, let's put it that way.

I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

The air is crowded with birds -- beautiful, tender, intelligent birds -- to whom life is a song.

I believe we will start believing in God as we get closer to death.

One means of sanity is to retain a hold on the natural world, ... Americans still have that chance, more than many peoples.