If we all do one random act of kindness daily, we just might set the world in the right direction.

Our evening-long tango of stares had my head spinning.

We need a safe place, a reserve of truth, a place where words kindle ideas and set ideas sparking off in others, a word sanctuary. Poetry is this gathering place of words.

I admire people that help other people without asking anything in return, which is something that's really rare these days and hard to find.

Sometimes even when the book is over I dont know whos good and whos bad. Its really more interesting, I think, to write about gray characters than it is to write about black and white.

It's a real wrenching thing to go from being a private person to being a public person, especially when you're being autobiographical.

If you really don't know where to start or if you're stuck, start generating random connections and allow your intuition to tell you if one might lead somewhere interesting.

There are three persons living in each of us: the one we think we are, the one other people think we are, and the one God knows we are!

There are many ways that we hurt ourselves when we don't like who we are.

The lies we live will always be confessed in the stories that we tell.

To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs.