Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

If we desire to be close to Spirit of God, we desire to dwell in clean soul with a clean body.

Creativity is the key to discovery.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

Dreams fulfilled are imperfect.

Avoid tweeting any photos of your private parts.

I think when you’re young you should be a lot with yourself and your sufferings. Then one day you get out where the sun shines and the rain rains and the snow snows and it all comes together.

If the unborn is a human person, no justification for abortion is adequate.

When you're literally carrying a child you can cut back on bad habits.

It doesn't do a lot of good for your health to move from red meat to white meat, but it gets you further down the road towards making more substantial changes later.

She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.