...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

Anger does not change the fact. The will to take control is everything.

The secret of happiness is variety, but the secret of variety, like the secret of all spices, is knowing when to use it.

Our goal has been to more effectively promote the value of publicly-supported research at our universities, both to the Congress and to the general public.

I believe people have a little more interest in reading what I'm saying or hearing me speak because they know I ain't gonna sugarcoat it. Because I give them the truth.

At thirteen I began modeling, doing my first television commercial in ninth grade for Pizza Hut.

If the work is poor, the public taste will soon do it justice. And the author, reaping neither glory nor fortune, will learn by hard experience how to correct his mistakes.

A duty dodged is like a debt unpaid; it is only deferred, and we must come back and settle the account at last.

My rite of passage into my brave new world, life on the road.

Would you trust the linguistic intuitions of someone who has been studying Latin or Greek for three days?