...we’re not even really hiking, more like meandering in cinematic light.

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.

Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?

Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung to silence by the news that something winged has lost its flight.

Dear Anonymous, I've got a secret I know you can keep it because you don't really exist....This is what shapes you, this is what makes you as authentic as you are fake.

It was as if someone had leftthe bird thereas a kind of telegramof feathers, oily feathersthat looked like they’d struggled, shuttered a little before letting gointo flightforever.

It was an utterly phenomenal achievement.

Patience is seeking help only from Allah.

I can walk into a bookstore and hand over my credit card and they don't know who the hell I am. Maybe that says something about bookstore clerks.

We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.

If the first button of one's coat is wrongly buttoned, all the rest will be crooked.

Kestilan?" There was that name again. Oliver fought down an irrational surge of jealousy for this mysterious being who took up so much of Petunia's attention.

Make the decision to do what Jesus Christ has asked you to do.

Here is a good reply of a clever horse to the man who tries to ride and control it: Throwing him into the air!

Gladly we desire to make other men perfect, but we will not amend our own fault.

I have never had too much trouble for creative ideas to spring up in my mind.