from what we cannot hold the stars are made

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

You understand my music.

The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.

People on the streets are ready for hockey.

You'll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.

Twins are a high-risk pregnancy, by definition. The quieter I am, the longer I can keep them growing.

Christianity is a fine religion and I wish more Christians practiced it.

Fortunately for me, I did not take any science classes in college.

How can a president not be an actor?

You have to be able to look back at your life and say, "Yeah, that was fun."

How can a thing possibly govern others when it cannot be governed itself?