Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

Hello and good-bye are not as simple as everyone thinks.

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.

Who needs a stupid grampa-loving, book-reading, good-smelling boy who I like to talk to?

It's a fact of life. Hearts are always hurting. And yet they still keep pumping.

I smile a lot. I heard someone say once that it takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown, so i'm trying it out.

Is there any other way to be? I mean, this is it. This is my body, my soul; I gotta live with it. I'd better get comfortable. I plan on taking it for a long ride.

A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid’s hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.

Non est ad astra mollis e terris via. That's my philosophy. Its a quote from the past. "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

When I draw I don't capture your likeness. I capture your soul.

Once you know what you want in life...Like a magnet you attract the resources necessary to manifest the world you desire.

The Lord God give rain to the earth.

Art does not reproduce the visible

The secret to my success is actually simple: I failed so many times that succeeding eventually became a mathematical certainty.

I never thought of achievement. I just did what came along for me to do - the thing that gave me the most pleasure.

Writing is my only interest. Even speaking is an interruption.

I was appointed Poet Laureate. It came totally out of the blue because most Poet Laureates had been considerably older than I. It was not something that I even had begun to dream about!

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

A philosopher who says, 'There are no truths, only interpretations,' risks the retort: 'Is that true, or only an interpretation?'