Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.

This is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see.

Taking care of you” doesn’t mean to award yourself with a new pair of shoes or spending beyond measure on a trip to Tahiti. It actually means to take care of your financial future.

You. You are standing in your own way. And that means whatever it is scares you. It won't forever...but take your time. Nothing good was ever rushed.

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

It should surprise no one that the life of the writer - such as it is - is colorless to the point of sensory deprivation. Many writers do little else but sit in small rooms recalling the real world.

Anyone who has spent a few nights in a tent during a storm can tell you: The world doesn't care all that much if you live or die.

Philosophy is by its nature something esoteric, neither made for the mob nor capable of being prepared for the mob.

Killing a man in defense of an idea is not defending an idea; it is killing a man.

The revival in religion will be a rhetorical problem - new persuasive words for defaced or degraded ones.

I was sued by a woman who claimed that she became pregnant because she watched me on television and I bent her contraceptive coil.