It's freeing, to think that there's always an aspect of us outside the grasp of speech, the common stuff of language.

Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it.

Even sad stories are company. And perhaps that's why you might read such a chronicle, to look into a companionable darkness that isn't yours.

No such thing, the queen said, as too many sequins.

We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.

One ambition of poetry, certainly, is to create a reverberant silence in its wake, one that means more or differently than the silence that preceded the poem.

The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem.

We love disasters that have nothing to do with us

Because the golden egg gleamed in my basket once, though my childhood became an immense sheet of darkening water I was Noah, and I was his ark, and there were two of every animal inside me

it's good for you to write down your thoughts. It'stherapeutic because it forces you to slow down and think aboutlife.

Our behavior to ordinary people depicts our actual nature

Speaking kind words starts a wave of love in motion that brings more love upon your shores.

Effective health care depends on self-care this fact is currently heralded as if it were a discovery.

It is more important what the jobs report shows in December and January -- that will affect how many rate hikes we'll have this spring.

I encourage people to remember that "no" is a complete sentence.

I was a very early believer in the idea of convergence.

Last night when I was commenting on the FBI and the CIA, the sound went off for 27 minutes. I should have known better.

To say that we're doomed is just an obvious remark.