Life is beautiful. He who reads that As in the window of some distant, speeding train Knows what he wants, and what will befall.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account, Return to the point of no return.

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.

There is no conscience in a real war.

The law must be stable and yet it must not stand still.

I will support Iraqis and Syrians fighting to reclaim their communities.

It is when it is contended that "in a democracy right is what the majority makes it to be" that democracy degenerates into demagoguery.

You have to be a man before you can be a gentleman.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

You get into pro ball and you realize all the guys were the best players on their teams. You have to keep moving forward.

You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.

Darkness exists to make light truly count.

If civilization has an opposite, it is war. Of these two things, you have either one, or the other. Not both.