Insanity is the insistence on meaning.

But being is making; not only large things, a family, a book, a business; but the shape we give this afternoon, a conversation between friends, a meal.

We fill pre-existing forms and when we fill them we change them and are changed.

We live in a hell of opinions.

Once you reach what is / inside it is outside.

Earth you know is round but seems flat. // You can't trust / your senses.

Making is the mirror in which we see ourselves.

To make a film you have to dream a film... that's true of poetry as well.

Play, and escaping the ideology one grew up in, is freedom.

Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a processCarved in space, vision your poor eye's singlearmor against winter spring summer fall

drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within       I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns

In the wilderness, our faith is tested, and God faithfulness is manifested.

You don't need to sit on a throne before you have the chance to dream

Terrorism is the symptom, not the disease.

All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.

Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.

I love Christmas! I'm not religious, but I love the trappings of the season. I love the decorations, and the music, and Santa, and the festive food, and the cinnamon- and vanilla-infused aromas.

I've done a lot of that kind of work before, anyway, and I was in good hands.

At eighty-two, I feel like a twenty-year-old, but, unfortunately, there's never one around.

It is the medium, or the specific configuration of the medium, that we call a work of art that brings feeling into being.

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.