I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about...the world I live in.

When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.

And then there's the personal question so many of Lassie's fans want to ask: Is he allowed on the furniture? Of course he is-but, then, he's the one who paid for it.

Mind who you love. For that matter, mind how you are loved.

When most of us talk to our dogs, we tend to forget that they're not people.

Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are.

Now is almost always the better choice. You never know about later.

I'd rather be pleasantly surprised than fatally disappointed.

Of all the virtues, discretion began to seem the most rewarding: it kept people guessing and sometimes, by default, admiring.

Knowing and understanding the people we love most is a process that continues well beyond their deaths... and is never complete.

There you are, diligently swimming a straight line, minding the form of your strokes, when you look up and see, always a shock, the currents you can't even feel have pulled you off course.

...anyone looking for friends without faults shall remain friendless. The choice is yours.

We're traveling into the territory of I don't care. Let's not take that trip, hmm?"Arrogant. Mean. Still gorgeous.

A low self-image is usually not based upon facts

I believe we are our own gods, and our own devils. Good and evil doesn’t exist out there in the world, it exists in each and every one of us.

Our bodies hold our minds hostage to their whims and rhythms.

In the last 5 years I've been working with the LAPD, training police officers in first aid and CPR.

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

The more depressed and maladjusted you are, the more likely it is that you are seeing things right, with minimal bias

There are some things that can't be measured.

The act of civil disobedience is the act of taking our anger and turning it into sacred rage. It is a personal and collective gesture of resistance and insistance.