It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

The language for attaining Liberation [moksha] is beyond duality. The language for worldly life is with duality.

The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.

Being Irish, I always had this love of words.

What person, confined in a small room with nothing but a tea-cosy, will not eventually put the tea-cosy on their head?

The truth is, just to hear other people speaking Italian is really worth it. It keeps the sound in your ear.

A first-rate organizer is never in a hurry. He is never late. He always keeps up his sleeve a margin for the unexpected.

But look, you did not have to be well versed in politics to know that some stupid things were going on. It is the counsel's job to stop them, and instead the coverup was created.

Small banks that lend to consumers are fine.

Challenges are what you came for. And you are never ever given a challenge you cannot overcome.

If history moves forward, knowledge of it travels backwards, so that in writing of our own recent past we are continually meeting ourselves coming the other way.