...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

...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 ...

...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...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Cutting people out of your life is easy, keeping them in is hard.

Holding onto your dreams is better than holding onto your nightmares.

hybrid, n. A pooled issue.

I don't think it could be a coincidence that the more technological a society is, the less it connects people.

Some people have a terrible stretch between family and work. It is a difficult thing to achieve.

From 1918 on, trade unionists were to express from the platforms of their congresses the workers' desire for peace through a rational organization of the world.

Courage isn't something you are born with. It comes to you with experience.

I look at Homer and The Odyssey and all the disparate adventures this guy goes through, and then he returns home and the question is, is he the same man who left?

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

It’s the quiet life of obedience that will earn a hearing