Life after love was possible. I was proof. Loss taught you about yourself, burrowed in the dark parts of your soul and ate you from the inside out.

Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.

The idea of a random stranger walking up to me one day and saying, 'Hey, baby, you smell like forever. Let's do it, ' isn't all that appealing honestly.

Time flies. It’s up to you to be the navigator.

He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like.

It always puzzled him, when he was a child, that a woman who wrote books for a living should be so bad at telling bedtime stories.

A Poet = A willingness to be vulnerable & to trust the inner voice.

I think I'm so old I'm in. We call it the 'Tony Bennett Syndrome.' For some reason, young people think I'm cool.

The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.

Heathen, n. A benighted creature who has the folly to worship something that he can see and feel.

The seed, swollen with moisture, burst asunder its covering of soil and out peers the blade of wheat, full of symbols. So faith, whose bosom is filled with goodly fruits, is a blade of praise.

In science you need to understand the world; in business you need others to misunderstand it.

Everybody's talking about the President, we all chipped in for a bag of cement.