The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

Sometimes command means letting those under you do their jobd

Every human being begins and ends the same way, but how much they love the humanity distinguish him from others.

I can't think of a single downside to motherhood now.

I think words were Reagan's greatest weapon - and more powerful than the Strategic Defense Initiative, which did not come to fruition in his lifetime.

I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

When someone is buying a sample-based album, they are investing in the concept of that album. If they really like the original source material, they can go buy it.

Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.

Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

I went to Princeton from Amherst, where I split my interests between mathematics and philosophy.