You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

Of all the charges made against the Communists these days of congressional investigations, the charge of loose morals is seldom heard, so very loose have become those of "Christian" people.

Better a good decision quickly than the best decision too late.

No, he hadn’t just dragged her to California. He’d dragged her into a cursed eternity. A burden that should have been his alone to bear.

If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.

I'm always looking for overlooked post-Dylan singer-songwriter records from the '70s.

When it can't be done, do it. If you don't do it, it doesn't exist.

And we used to do a lot of drugs and get very drunk on very cheap wine.

To confess that you are totally Ignorant about the horse, is social suicide: you will be despised by everybody, especially the horse.

Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.

Never risk what you have and need for what we don't have and don't need.