Ideas are bulletproof

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie, ' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea.

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.

Any reflection about poetry should begin, or end, with this question: who and how many read poetry books?

We all grew up idolizing another musician. That's how this works. That's how music is created.

Put a 'stop-loss' order on your worries. Decide just how much anxiety a thing may be worth- and refuse to give it any more.

We all need time to enjoy being alive without an agenda of getting something done.

I'm not playing for other musicians. We're trying to reach the guy who works all day and wants to spend a buck at night. We'll keep him happy.

It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.

He who hopes in God trusts God, Whom he never sees, to bring him to the possession of things that are beyond imagination.

I broke my heart for every gain, to taste the sweet I faced the pain.