The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.

Lo and behold! God made this starry wold, The maggot and the mold; lo and behold! He taught the grass contentment blade by blade, The sanctity of sameness in a shade.

You cannot choose your battlefield, The Gods do that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew.

Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.

In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?

Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.

Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.

There is a glory in a great mistake.

The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.

The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.

Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.

You can't have everything, I've often noticed it.

I won't look back to regret yesterday, we're not handed tomorrow so I'll live for today

A life is similar to a book. Some chapters are boring, a few emotional, a handful memorable, others saddening, one or two thoughtful and many full of smiles.

Onscreen, babies and animals are my inspiration. They're so alive and there and not messed up in the head the way I am.

The single biggest reason companies fail is they overinvest in what is, as opposed to what might be.

As a writer, if you're prepared to work from your own wound, you're allowing people into the most vulnerable parts of yourself.

Movies are not a growth business.

If you have a song to sing, who are you not to open your mouth and sing to the world?

Students work in schools making life studies for years, win prizes for life studies and find in the end that they know practically nothing of the human figure. They have acquired the ability to copy.