There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

I like to do interior design, I love to quilt, I love to see different colors together, and I love to match things up.

Without vulnerability, you're not really alive.

Are you stupid or did you just take lessons?

It's OK to be different.

The practice of leadership is not the same as the exercise of power.

…only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world.

My suggestion would be to walk away from the 90% who don't and join the 10% who do.

Always the same thing.

It's only a wonderful world if you can make it that way. There are no street signs pointing to Paradise Road.

I live at the end of a dead end one way street. I don't know how I got there.