This is Long Island, land of the rushed, home of the stressed.

Nature isn't hate.

I love the sound of people thinking.

The books. Are unhappy.

All I know is that the closer I get to God, the deeper I get into the Bible, and the heavier the burden seems on my shoulders.

People are good because they are good in hiding their bad.

We are never more fully alive, more completely ourselves, or more deeply engrossed in anything, than when we are at play.

From that altitude, the world looked calm and vivid and possible. But by the time we landed at Prestwick the clouds were down like the black cap on a hanging judge.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

A lot of people have it in for me. It's practically a school sport.

Faith makes the discords of the present the harmonies of the future.

Friendship's the wine of life.

Television has a conscience. It is how we disseminate our value system.

The knowledge that it takes to write a poem gets burnt up in the writing of the poem.