...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

We are in the process of finding out what filling billions of acres with electrified glass that emits electromagnetic intereference (EMI) does to the global environment.

You need to keep you mind at peace and be sure what you do is your passion.

If Strength comes through Suffering, why then I should be the strongest of all women, yet I am the weakest. God help me. Help me.

Half the world does not know how the other half lives.

Be stupid, be dumb, be funny, if that's who you are. Don't try to be someone that society wants you to be, that's stupid. So be yourself.

Every dream is a prophecy: every jest is an earnest in the womb of Time.

When the doors of opportunity swing open, we must make sure that we are not too drunk or too indifferent to walk through.

It is another Justine Henin who will try and go out there and achieve her dream of finally winning Wimbledon.

Dose it ever amaze and delight you that of all the places in the world - cold grassy nests under hedgerows, warm patches of sun on a carpet - the cat chooses to sit on your lap?

I still love music - that's never gonna go away.