The sun fades like the spreading Of a peacock's tail, as though twilight Might be read as a warning to those desperate For easy solutions.

There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.

The ellipse is as aimless as that, Stretching invisibly into the future so as to reappear In our present. Its flexing is its account, Return to the point of no return.

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

And so we turn the page over. To think of starting. This is all there is.

In the increasingly convincing darkness The words become palpable, like a fruit That is too beautiful to eat.

It was time to free him from my burdens.

Thinking over this thought, this whole thinking makes no sense.

The opposite of anger is not calmness, its empathy.

The club thing is a world people can associate with, letting your hair down at the weekend.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

I don't think that (U.S. President) George Bush...is a man of honor.

I think of myself as more of a lover rather than a fighter, but sometimes you have to fight for what you love.

The only thing worth having in an earthly existence is a sense of humor.

If you are someone, you know, with fame, whatever amount, it's good to be married to someone who's not impressed with that at all.

Be nice to each other. You can make a whole day a different day for everybody.