One ambition of poetry, certainly, is to create a reverberant silence in its wake, one that means more or differently than the silence that preceded the poem.

Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it.

Even sad stories are company. And perhaps that's why you might read such a chronicle, to look into a companionable darkness that isn't yours.

No such thing, the queen said, as too many sequins.

We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.

The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem.

We love disasters that have nothing to do with us

Because the golden egg gleamed in my basket once, though my childhood became an immense sheet of darkening water I was Noah, and I was his ark, and there were two of every animal inside me

To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation, a mutual agreement though the human being holds most of the cards.

Dreams are dreams until you make them a reality. And that won’t happen until you give up your sleep, Wake Up.

Whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it you can see that it is true.

Choose clients as you would friends.

Man can learn everything if he will but try.

Whomever you're going to interview, you have to be interested in what it is you want to know from them. You have to be interested in the subject.

How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?

All the beauty of the world, 'tis but skin deep.

Let no family go into eternity without having left their memoirs for their children, their grandchildren, and their posterity.

Such being the happiness of the times, that you may think as you wish, and speak as you think.

Yes, well, life is a folly. If you live long enough, nothing is surprising.