You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake.

Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's.

That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.

A poem is like a child; at some point we have to let it go and trust that it will make its own way in the world.

Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question.

Every poem I write falls short in some important way. But I go on trying to write the one that won’t.

I have always loved too much, or not enough.

We continue to speak, if only in whispers, to something inside us that longs to be named.

Who you are contributes to your poetry in a number of important ways, but you shouldn't identify with your poems so closely that when they are cut, you're the one that bleeds.

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

We're all writing out of a wound, and that's where our song comes from. The wound is singing. We're singing back to those who've been wounded.

OK you maybe can't buy happiness with Cosmic Ordering, but it's much better crying in a mansion than in a hovel.

It isn't my teaching credentials that qualify me to teach my child. It is my God who qualifies me.

Don't allow the circumstances to stop you from pursuing your passion.

Be happy, be fun, let your hair down and be AGELESS!

I have run a general election campaign pregnant and ran Ed Miliband's leadership campaign commuting to London with a new baby so I already have my system set up.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

A bruised heart that chooses to beat with a passion for God amid pulsing pain and confusion may just be the most expensive offering placed on the divine altar.

If you are what you eat then feed me dope.

The Constitution of the United States was created by the people of the United States composing the respective states, who alone had the right.

I entered his apartment without being invited, which is perfectly fine if you're not a vampire.