Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

Henry did not want to be fixed, was somehow convinced that the fix would be a lie, something that would lessen him.

Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

He will be with his friends, and that always feels like coming home.

Lord guide us along the best pathways.

Character is formed out of those small decisions taken for granted

Suffrage is the pivotal right.

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

When I arrived in America at the end of 1967, my only purpose was to observe (for a couple of months) my idols, which were mostly instrumentalists. I wanted to play jazz, not sing it.

My body is a vehicle for the mechanics of my sport.

I had to give it a full go and see what happened.

The divine is not something high above us. It is in heaven, it is in earth, it is inside us.

Everything I chose, I had already played in concert. For the competition, I wanted to pick pieces I know that people like.