He kisses me back with a kiss like a smile.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

In this space, in this moment, we are who we want to be. I am lucky, because for me that doesn’t take much courage. But for others, it takes a world of bravery to make it to the clearing.

We are young and the night is young. We are in the middle of somewhere and we are feeling everything.

O Lord, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt, at least let mewear a Walkman...

The promise of a kiss will carry us forward.

I once told him that the best way to break up a fight is to step between the two people and start singing ancient folk songs. But I’d never heard of anyone actually doing such a thing.

I had never really thought of marriages as things that involved liking. I had just assumed this man-woman arrangement was yet another adult quirk, like flossing.

Life's just a bunch of accidents, connected by one perfect end.

The change most needed in our lives isn't change in our situations and relationships but in us. The thing God is most intent on rescuing us from is ourselves.

Expose the Jesuit order and learn about the global genocide. Speak out, even when what you have to say is not popular.

I have no desire to dress up my poetry and make it fancy. I want the poem to be as true as humanly possible to the feeling that inspired it. That's my only concern. Everything else seems wrong.

People want national championship banners. People want to talk about Indiana being competitive. How do we get there? We don't get there with milk and cookies.

I wish that we did have a magic wand which we could wave and hey presto! Magic! Unfortunately life is not like that.

I didn't want to raise my child in Hollywood.

I see a great future for gold and silver coins as the currency people may increasingly turn to when paper currencies begin to disintegrate.

Relief of distress or compassion shown to victims of misfortune. A blessing that is an act of Divine compassion.

To destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there." ~old man G--- to Monseigneur Bienvenu Myriel