What makes the engine go?Desire, desire, desire.

The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

Your status has changed. Your Name is changed! You are a new creation.

Desire is the straw that stirs the drink.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

The astronomer who catalogues the stars cannot add one atom to the universe; the poet can call an universe from the atom.

As long as art lives never shall I accept that men are truly dead.

I'm always hungry for people.

Painting is sometimes like those recipes where you do all manner of elaborate things to a duck, and then end up putting it on one side and only using the skin.

By doing good, we do well.

Most people would not want to live where there are no churches but many people live as though there were no churches.