I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

...our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn't mean we have to behave as monsters.

In the world of comedy, having a partner is not the most unusual thing.

in writing we live life twice: once in the experience, and again in recording and reflecting upon our experience.

We know we can't be spiritually transformed by just focusing on the will.

Sound-- That stealeth ever on the ear of him Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim, And sees the darkness coming as a cloud-- Is not its form--its voice--most palpable and loud?

Quality … has to do with intention.

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most [borrowed from Mark Twain]

I call myself a 'domestic goddess.

When I think about my relationship with America, I feel like a battered wife: Yeah, he knocks me around a lot, but boy, he sure can dance.

Golf will grow so long as it’s fun.