Memory is sweet.Even when it's painful, memory is sweet.

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.

Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.

Memory is sweet. Even when it’s painful, memory is sweet.

Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.

While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.

There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.

Poetry is the language of extremity. Poetry is a transfer of potency. You feel something potent and then you transfer it onto the page.

The knowledge that it takes to write a poem gets burnt up in the writing of the poem.

Some things never leave a person: scent of the hair of one you love, the texture of persimmons, in your palm, the ripe weight.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

What the culture of get rich quick does to our people is armed robbery and theft becomes the order of the day.

I really enjoyed hanging out with some of the teachers. This one chemistry teacher, she liked hanging out. I liked making explosives. We would stay after school and blow things up.

The shoe is very much an X-ray of social comportment.

At what point do [progressives] take off our partisan blinders and start wondering whether a very powerful faction of Democrats actually continues to SUPPORT President Bush and the War in Iraq?

It's been a dream to play in the NFL and hopefully after next year that becomes a reality, but I wouldn't pass up being here with my teammates and coaches for anything.

There's not enough bad taste! I LOVE bad taste! I live for bad taste! I am the spokesman for bad taste!

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.

When there is Self-con­fidence then there will be love, there will be peace, there will be truth, there will be God.

Decisions decide destiny, there is no action without decision