Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

Like seasonless fowl we migrate…from East Coast to West Coastand back and forth again, for a job, for a friend, for a change, for a kick.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…

Like the spider spinning its web, we create much of the outer world from within ourselves. The universe is a joint product of the observer and the observed.

Just love everybody!? Do you love everybody, Karma? Could you love Hitler? Answer me that! Could you love Hitler, huh?""I wonder what would have happened if somebody did, Blue?

Because sloths' metabolisms are so slow, they don't exhibit many external signs of stress and it can be hard to determine their mood.

I can count on one hand the number of instrumental hits there have been over the last 10 years.

Life is not over because you have diabetes. Make the most of what you have, be grateful.

Every successful person has faced, attacked, and conquered adversity somewhere along the way.

Lacking the truth, [we] will however finds instants of truth, and these instants are in fact all we have available to us to give some order to this chaos of horror.

The person who makes all cares into one care the care for simply staying present will be cared for by that presence which is creative love.

If there is one word that describes our form of society in America, it may be the word-voluntary.

Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.