You can be taught to write – you can’t be taught to be an artist

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...

I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging.

Let it be simple, let it be with love.

The sweetest melody that playson starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening earsand calming to beleaguering fears, I call a symphony on air―the song of sweet, still silence rare.

Our teens are embedded in a culture driven by competition and perfectionism, where success is defined by status, performance and their appearance.

Washington is a city of people doing badly what shouldn't be done at all.

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

I think that a man should be caring.

I smoke really good cigars, I don't smoke Cuban cigars. I would never do anything as Un-American as smoke a decent cigar.

A marriage, even one that goes awry, generates claims and needs that persist like an afterglow long after the emotional fire is burned out.