In the evening Everything has a schedule, if you can find out what it is.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account, Return to the point of no return.

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.

Is it OK to say, "these are the things that I value. This is what I'm going to pursue in life"?

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

The person who lives life fully, glowing with life’s energy, is the person who lives a successful life.

I think to have done 'Titanic' would have been a tortuous experience altogether. I feel good about where my life is, now. I feel free and joyous and happy and more liberated than I have ever been.

I can't compete with making promises you can't keep.

I know I'm not a saint, but I'm not the guy I'm made out to be by others.

I'm quite open to the fact that I might be a tinfoil-hat freak

A smart entrepreneur knows they cannot run a business on their own. They know that business is a team sport.

The line that describes the beautiful is elliptical. It has simplicity and constant change. It cannot be described by a compass, and it changes direction at every one of its points.

The virtue of hope is an orientation of the soul towards a transformation after which it will be wholly and exclusively love.