It's hard to be an articulate ghost.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

What hurts so bad about youth isn't the actual butt whippings the world delivers. It's the stupid hopes playacting like certainties.

Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.

. . . for a good story, told often enough puts you in rooms you've never occupied.

We're not made to wallow in pleasure. Pleasure is joy's assassin.

The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead.

Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible.

Slurping these spirits is soul preparation, a warped communion, myself serving as god, priest, and congregation.

A pure heart does not demean the spirit of an individual, it, instead, compels the individual to examine his spirit.

Misery is the company of lawsuits.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

In love the ordinary is made sacred.

Literature is at once the cause and the effect of social progress.

Too many Christians are fighting graduate school sins with a grammar school knowledge of God.

I think that is something that I always like in my work - the sense of inclusion rather than the sense of otherness.

I would have to say News Radio is the highlight of my career. I love the character so much.

Reality is irrelevant; Perception is everything.

A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame.