Let us take our tongues and stick them out and waggle them in the wind. Let us walk, loving, let us walk and love, walking along, loving.

The little queen lived in a world where the sky swirled like the sea and nothing was itself for very long. Everything looked to be in brushstrokes.

Art allows us to die over and over without actually dying. Only we must catch our breath.

I let quiet shape what I say, then realize there is nothing that can be fully said—the reason for gestures and eyes and art. Always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.

Maybe all you need to do is find the heartbeat in everything. And if writing is living, the discovery of the beat of a heart, then when you read me, you are living by my side.

A word is a word is another word more beautiful because of the former and the next and the circle and sun they create.

If I could simply place the various parts of myself into the night sky to occasionally glance up and behold myself—maybe in the end I am only hoping to vicariously soak up some starlight.

Whenever she felt at home, there always seemed to be love floating about on the edges of things.

I wonder how much space I take up, if a thought can take up secondary space.

I should think a poet president would be able to create a delectable confluence of various spaces. A poet is most political.

To believe in moments makes life endless, no?

The end is never worth the beginning.

Some people like a harsh teacher. They feel the demands make them learn more quickly. Some like a gentle teacher because they feel that makes them learn more quickly.

The higher the classification of secrecy, the quicker you will report it.

Panic is a horrible thing.

I wanted when we began this to have a conversation, the kind that you're able to have, and the only way I knew how to do it was not to have a pre-interview.

In a country like America, there are places, many states here still where coming out means you lose your job, where coming out means division, where it means potentially abuse.

I'm itching to see Usher & Shakira work their magic. And of course, Blake is so amazing! It was tough, but I went on my gut which was Adam.

Arts are what free and thriving people do with their time after their critical needs have been met.

Nature has no outline. Imagination has.