Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.

Here’s to freedom, cheers to art. Here’s to having an excellent adventure and may the stopping never start.

I would just as soon remain jamona than shed that many tears over a man.

Outcome is not vital! All what matters is your effort and devotion towards it...!!

The miracle is that we are here, that no matter how undone we’ve been the night before, we wake up every morning and are still here. It is phenomenal just to be.

A man's motive in the small actions of daily life, like resting a moment on his pitchfork in the sun and listening intently, may be the most important thing about that man.

If airline seat cushions are such great flotation devices, why don't you ever see anyone take one to the beach?

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

I've never really seen myself in the role of the victim.

Screwing is more enjoyable than drilling bolt holes !.

I'm afraid I take ... this rather clinical view of love: it's saving you from madness. I'm not so enthusiastic as other poets have been.