Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

The heart never lies

The question then is, how much are you willing to give?" And I answered, "Anything." A breath later, Zane echoed my response with, "Everything.

When women get together as a group, it is immensely powerful.

In practical life we are compelled to follow what is most probable ; in speculative thought we are compelled to follow truth.

Finishing races is important, but racing is more important.

Our lives are a mosaic of little things, like putting a rose in a vase on the table.

Believe in yourself, know yourself, deny yourself, and be humble.

Eretz Israel will be restored to the people of Israel. All of it. And forever.

I consider myself a court jester - motivator.

New York for me is about work. If L.A. were to become a West Coast version of that, I'd shoot myself. The climate, the lifestyle - it really fits as the yin to my New York yang.