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.

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.

In writing poetry, all of one's attention is focused on some inner voice.

The products your life must have could be in the form of books you’ve read or teachings you listen to via audio or video.

When it has finished saying it, it no longer is. The longer it is in saying it, the more it can say it at length, the more slowly it melts, the better quality it is.

Dreams look real, but they're in your mind, so you realize that the physical world is also a construction, which shows that the mind can affect reality in more ways than you can imagine.

Computers are to design as microwaves are to cooking.

the nighttime of the body is the daytime of the soul.

I'm still very careless about my public persona. Not careless so to speak but I'm not one for fame. I think fame is the worst part about it.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

Put the uncommon effort into the common task... make it large by doing it in a great way.

There is a state when words cease and silence prevails.

The United States is in many ways the biggest ghetto in the world.