The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.

The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.

He who cannot howl will not find his pack.

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

It's early on a beautiful winter morning. The house is quiet. The sun is shining. I'm thankful. I'm happy. My cup runneth over. Now there's coffee everywhere.

I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.

You can beat the Bear once but never the same way twice.

Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep; And disgustingly upside down. Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags And grinning in their sleep. Bats!

It's so hard to figure out what's going on in biological systems. You just can't see them.

Why is there anything at all rather than nothing whatsoever?

Once you decide to gut a fish, there's no use waiting till it rots.

There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.