Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

Our pets are our family.

I want to accidentally fall into a deep ocean of love and get lost.

The more my brain was fed, the hungrier it became.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

He who is afraid is half beaten.

I'm sort of one of those weird actors who whenever I do a play, I think, "Oh, we should film this." As opposed to have to belt it out of ourselves in a theater auditorium.

My feelings towards Scott Card are pretty mixed. Politically, he and I are pretty far apart.

Cross the creek on the stepping stones of your failures.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.