Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you? Are we kind or are we true? Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end.

This world is good enough for me, if only I can be good enough for it.

Liberal hopefulness Regards death as a mere border to an improving picture.

Life involves maintaining oneself between contradictions that can't be solved by analysis.

The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.

Poetry contains nothing haphazard.

The heart of standing is that you cannot fly.

The central function of imaginative literature is to make you realize that other people act on moral convictions different from your own.

Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.

Twixt devil and deep sea, man hacks his caves; Birth, death; one, many; what is true, and seems; Earth's vast hot iron, cold space's empty waves.

Proust has listed a great many reasons why it is impossible to be happy, but, in the course of being happy, one finds it difficult to remember them.

It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

I had a great time on News Radio, I got to make tons of money in relative obscurity and learn a lot about the TV biz and work on my standup act constantly. It was a dream gig.

Salvation is not a plan; it's a Man.

Personally, I just tease people a lot.

You have to live your story before being able to write your story.

We have our own little heartbeat, too. We already have what I would call polyrhythms going on.

We do not see with our eyes, but through them.

I am not the champion of lost causes, but the champion of causes not yet won.

It's lack that gives us inspiration. It's not fullness.