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.

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

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

The Philosopher's Stone was called Silence.

This island is a hard place to survive and I fear that it has made everything resistant to the cruel hand of death.

You can't counter a heroic impulse with a mundane and bourgeois response. You can counter it only with a more compelling heroic vision.

Making good decisions is a crucial skill at every level.

Life is enriched by difficulty; love is made more acute when it requires exertion.

My last word s that it all depends on what you visualize.

It's part of what we call the Shadow, all the dark parts of us we can't face. It's the thing that, if we don't deal with it, eventually poisons our lives.

One torch can dissipate the accumulated darkness of a thousand aeons.

I have a wonderful family. I have a job that I love and wonderful people who help me with it. It can't get any better than that.