waitingin a life full of little storiesfor a death to come

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

it's so easy to be a poetand so hard to be a man.

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

it's good to have things done withwhen they don't workit's also good not to hateor even forgetthe person you've failed with.

I like to prowl ordinary placesand taste the people-from a distance.

I like to prowl ordinary places.I feel sorry for us all or glad for us allcaught alive togetherand awkward in that way.there's nothing better than the jokeof usthe seriousness of usthe dullness of us

for meobedience to another is the decayof self

love needs too much help, he said.hate takes care of itself.

the lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christwill be your bedmates and tombstonesin a death that will never end.

for meobedience to another is the decay of self.for though every being is similareach being is differentand to herd our differencesunder one lawdegrades each self.

You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.

The two things he most valued, which is to say liberty and equality, were not natural allies.

Marriage equality - I think that it's a constitutionally guaranteed right. Let's end the drug wars. Let's balance the federal budget, and that means reforming the entitlements - Medicaid, Medicare.

Telling my children was the toughest part. But that's when you get strong, because you have to be strong for other people.

Do not glory in your own faith, your own feelings, your own knowledge, or your own diligence. Glory in nothing but Christ.

Start the week with a striking indigo skirt paired with an embroidered suede moto jacket.

As we get older - perhaps I'm just speaking for myself - we can get too cynical.

Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony, side by side on my keyboard piano, oh Lord, why don't we?

Jesus made clear that the Kingdom of God is organic and not organizational. It grows like a seed and it works like leaven: secretly, invisibly, surprisingly, and irresistibly.

Just as I am astonished that a bank clerk never eats a cheque, so too am I astonished that no painter before me ever thought of painting a soft watch.