We keep asking where they have gonethose years we remember and wereach for them like hands in the night

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I see no advantage in these new clocks. They run no faster than the ones made 100 years ago.

Ceilings must always be considered. They are the most neglected surface in a room.

I stand by every decision I've made throughout my career and my life, good or bad, up or down.

The life is a wonderful thing. You have to appreciate it NOW... because you never know what is going to happen tomorrow.

I would say our social relationships are relatively shallow. We are actually afraid to be intimate, with people - many people even with their wives and husbands.

The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

The more you touch something, the stronger it becomes.

To gain a reputation for virtue, grieve over those you injure.

I think there's something fun about television where, as an actor, when you read the script each week, it's like how the audience experiences watching the show each week.

The president's come out with rules that say 'no new coal-fired power plants.’