poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

I love dipping into dreams and sinuously sinking into sleep. It's the freest place to be. The possibilities are limitless and my imagination becomes a weightless wonder.

He first noticed it on the plane ride. There was an odor about her and it was becoming more pronounced with each passing hour. It was like the smell of rotting meat.

Globally, democracies have also acted in ways that suggest an outright renunciation of their principles at home.

My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, or the camera's eye may entirely change my idea.

Believe your beliefs and doubt your doubts.

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke. [The more the merrier.]

If you keep performing, and if you stay healthy, you keep playing.

The federal government should be less important in our lives, not more.

So I never had trouble getting work or working or doing - I always worked. I worked when I went to college. I worked after school.

I do explore the emotion every once in a while. I'd like to think you don't stop being creative once you get happy. My ultimate goal is to end up being happy. Most of the time.