The world's supply of heartache is secure. There's love and hate and mayhem everywhere.

A good funeral gets the dead where they need to go and the living where they need to be.

Grief is the price we pay for being close to one another. If we want to avoid our grief, we simply avoid each other.

There's no easy way to do this. So do it right: weep, laugh, watch, pray, love, live, give thanks and praise; comfort, mend, honor, and remember.

Grief is the tax we pay on our attachments.

I'm more interested in the meaning of funerals and the mourning that people do. It's not a retail experience. It's an existential one.

I'm lazy but generally task oriented so having a hoop to jump through means eventually I'll make the effort.

But poetry is a way of language, it is not its subject or its maker's background or interests or hobbies or fixations. It is nearer to utterance than history.

So I suppose poetry, language, the shaping of it, was and remains for me an effort to make sense out of essentially senseless situations.

... by doing you shall know What it is you have to do.

Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough.

A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.

An excellent but an eccentric man in whom the least little thing would, it seemed, often check the flow of his spirits and divert the current of his thoughts.

Had they been dogs they would have sniffed me over and then drawn back. But humans have no such inbred courtesies.

Prosperity is a great teacher adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind privation trains and strengthens it.

Ask counsel of both timesof the ancient time what is best, and of the latter time what is fittest.

I believe that being a successful rapper is probably attainable.

He liked to fish; he seemed to take pride in being able to like such a stupid occupation.

All faiths constitute a revelation of Truth, but all are imperfect and liable to error.

For me being the youngest, there was never ever anything that was an issue to cause rivalry between me and my sisters.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.