exaggerated sunsets / splashed with rain, odd collisions / of roots, animals, seeds. / I didn't like a thing I saw, / so much effort to be strange.

And the words we find are always insufficient, like love, though they are often lovely and all we have.

Although I know it's unfair, I reveal myself one mask at a time.

There are always the simple events of your life that you might try to convert into legend.

Better to be furious at one thing, become radiant with purpose. Better to love links and rhythms than all-embracing answers.

I will try to disappoint you better than anyone ever has.

I’ll always deny that I kissed her. I was just whispering into her mouth.

Oh abstractions are just abstract until they have an ache in them.

I make myself up from everything I am, or could be. For many years I was more desire than fact. When I stop becoming, that’s when I worry.

Isn't there a curious elegance in how one moment passes into another?

I've tried to become someone else for a while, only to discover that he, too, was me.

What will survive of us is love.

Each of us literally chooses, by his way of attending to things, what sort of universe he shall appear to himself to inhabit.

A seed houses generation of seeds and can also feed generations of man.

Life and death are important. Don't suffer them in vain.

Eureka, Eureka! (I found it, I found it!).

I'm a Communist by day and a Catholic as soon as it gets dark.

With a body like he has, I want him to be a bully. But he is too nice - he is perfect son-in-law material, but I don't want a team of son-in-laws.

Will punk rock ever die? Pal, if you have to ask it's dead to you.

Before buying anything, it is well to ask if one could do without it.

Let us then submit to an invincible ignorance on which our happiness depends.