It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses.It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.

The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.

Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot be done.

The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.

Babies are not brought by storks and poets are not produced by workshops.

Hearing that the same men who brought us 'South Park' were mounting a musical to be called 'The Book of Mormon,' we were tempted to turn away, as from an inevitable massacre.

One does not become a guru by accident.

Windbags can be right. Aphorists can be wrong. It is a tough world.

In rap, as in most popular lyrics, a very low standard is set for rhyme; but this was not always the case with popular music.

My feeling is that poetry will wither on the vine if you don't regularly come back to the simplest fundamentals of the poem: rhythm, rhyme, simple subjects - love, death, war.

English poetry begins whenever we decide to say the modern English language begins, and it extends as far as we decide to say that the English language extends.

We must lift our hands to God in prayer, crying out to Him to help us fulfill what He has called us for, to fulfill His will

Because the moon is not jealous of the sun, it benefits from its light.

Don’t obsess over having the 'latest' version of a product. For there was a time that the previous version was the latest.

The oil acts like a cleanser. When you put it in your mouth and work it around your teeth and gums it 'pulls' out bacteria and other debris.

There is nothing that isn't true if you believe it; and nothing is true, believe it or not.

We do not show the Negro how to overcome segregation, but we teach him how to accept it as final and just.

Everything I do, I do for love.

Only the possibility of carrying out a dream makes our life worth living.

The Heart is like a candle, longing to be lit!