So I wonder what it is this need to tell.To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.

He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell.

The heart is the instrument of love it refutes lies and embrace love

But I didnt do anything wrong.." Which is stupid of course, things dont happen to people because they deserve them.

Pray daily like your success lies on it, but don't forget to work relentlessly hard like your success depends on it.

Having a baby changes the way you view your in-laws. I love it when they come to visit now. They can hold the baby and I can go out.

I think the fact that I made enough noise in the world that I might be remembered is an amazing achievement. You can't ask for more than that.

I can feel glamorous without makeup, especially on my lips. They're naturally reddish, so I often let them go.

In a day and age of global competition and instantaneous financial flows, you have to be highly sensitive to the way in which tax policy impacts your overall competitiveness as a country.

Ensure that you do things differently from everyone else

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing back in Los Angeles, but when you look out there... How can you complain when you see a whale cresting, matter-of-factly, as you make your breakfast?