I think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety.

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.

For me, poetry is the music of being human. And also a time machine by which we can travel to who we are and to who we will become.

You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what's in your heart.

Poetry, above all is a series of intense moments ­ its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing with emotion.

I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.

Poetry and prayer are very similar.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.

When you have a child, your previous life seems like someone else's. It's like living in a house and suddenly finding a room you didn't know was there, full of treasure and light.

What's it like? Being married?Cold feet. Middle of the night you're sleeping, suddenly, wham, you've got ice cold feet warming themselves on the back of your legs.

I can't explain some of the things I've seen and...I've done some things I can't explain.

Perhaps I just wanted to know what it was that I wanted. Maybe that is all that growing up means.

When you believe in something and you are a good person, good things happen.

No matter what happens to me, I will always love the people of Syria.

Three things have helped me successfully go through the ordeals of life -- an understanding husband, a good analyst and millions of dollars.

We are often more merciful to our animals than we are to each other.

Jesus’ Cross shows the full force of evil, but also the full power of God’s mercy.

Love needs two things: it has to be rooted in freedom and it has to know the art of trust.

The head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now.