...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Faith is deliberate confidence in the character of God whose ways you may not understand at the time.

You're such a cynic, " Molly said."I think cynics are playful and cute.

He loves deep... hates hard, ever'thing's that killed what he loves. All great warriors are sich men.

Luck came to those who left a space for it.

Without the right to defend yourself--and the right to possesss the means to do it--all other supposed rights are so much hot air.

Architecture depends on facts, but its real field of activity lies in the realm of the significance.

Animals are sentient creatures. I love them very much. I do not feel that we have the right to torture, murder, and abuse them for our own disgusting dietary and fashion wants and needs.

There is nothing so likely to produce peace as to be well prepared to meet the enemy.

Success creates opportunities for other people.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.