this life has been a landscape of painand still, flowersbloom in it.

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

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

When your absence is felt, your presence is the essence and it makes a difference.

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

Love ... was part imagination, its web spun as much in the dark lonely separated evenings of longing as in the shared times together.

Well before September 11, it was understood that with modern technology, the rich and powerful will lose their near monopoly of the means of violence and can expect to suffer atrocities on home soil.

We play our Irish songs a bit more loosely.

You can't take life for granted. I am lucky to have everything I've ever wanted. I've got a beautiful wife, a job I've always dreamed of...and my face on my own t-shirts.

The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.

You cannot foster a collaborative environment when people's offices are completely locked, where you cannot even see the assistant because the offices are so big.

If you just follow your inner calling, then you just go ahead.

All of us are crazy in one or another way.