Let our scars fall in love.

It is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.

Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone.

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.

To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment

The first step in the journey is to lose your way.

Turn on the dream you lived through the unwavering gaze. It is as you thought: the living burn. In the floating days may you discover grace.

I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now.

Sometimes it is necessary To reteach a thing its loveliness

Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

Why do we need time travel? All the answers come down to one. To elude death.

Our Heavenly Father has provided many delightful inns for us along our journey, but he takes great care to see that we do not mistake any of them for home.

One of the reasons that Christians read Scripture repeatedly and carefully is to find out just how God works in Jesus Christ so that we can work in the name of Jesus Christ.

Everything we have - every blessing, every talent - is a gift from our Father. The only thing that's all ours is our sin.

You would never catch me in a miniskirt.

It would be so much better if the critics would come, not on first nights, but on last nights, when they could exercise their undoubted flair for funeral orations.

The Serbs have only two friends, God and the Greeks.

I haven't yet made clothes that I have been totally satisfied with, and maybe I never will.

To revenge reasonable incredulity by refusing evidence, is a degree of insolence with which the world is not yet acquainted; and stubborn audacity is the last refuge of guilt.

The kind of violence one should fear is always quiet and comes all wrapped up in words like Love until you live with it daily and you value only that which is valuable to the violator.