Most people are idiots

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.

I guess we romanticize the loser.

Someday all you will have to light your way will be a single ray of hope and that will be enough.

I believe there is an evolutionary impulse toward good that is etched on every human heart. It is placed there by the hand of God.

What really happened was one day I decided to write a new kind of play.

My best move is probably my pull up jump shot.

Let a man (as most men do) rate themselves as the highest Value they can; yet their true Value is no more than it is esteemed by others.

Poets are regarded as handicapped writers whose work must be treated with a tender condescension, such as one accords the athletic achievements of basketball players confined to wheelchairs.

There is already a generation of European graduates who feel they have been robbed of the better future they were led to expect. They are members of a new class: the precariat.