despite all our desperate, eternal attempts to separate, contain and mend, categories always leak.

you and I are close, we intertwine; you may stand on the other side of the hill once in awhile, but you may also be me while remaining what you are and what I am not.

Home for the exile in a secular and contingent world is always provisional

It Went By Me something very beautiful just went by me something not to tell in words in feelings so fragile so wild something yet to tell is no longer why and when it left i can't tell.

Speaking, writing, and discoursing are not mere acts of communication; they are above all acts of compulsion. Please follow me. Trust me, for deep feeling and understanding require total committment.

We are way less likely to love someone just because they love us than we are to hate someone just because they hate us.

The moment is not over when you have found the right fit in your style. Begin with knowing who you really are and apologize for nothing. There are no mistakes when it comes to personal expression.

The great wisdom for writers, perhaps for everybody, is to come to understand to be at one with their own tempo.

Professional Southerners sicken me.

The man who follows Christ in solitary mourning is greater than he who praises Christ amid the congregation of men.

Maybe I should try singing like a man.

One of my best friends is dating my other best friend, Lena!

That which is most personal, is most interesting.

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.