Our life together's like a tale with a happy end, no matter what turns it took in the way.

Where once we fought for land and God, we now fought to avenge fallen comrades, themselves slaughtered in vengeance. Where could it end? Babes growing to men knowing only days of war.

This country awakens so many memories, though each seems like some restless sparrow I know will flee any moment into the breeze.

When it was too late for rescue, it was still early enough for revenge.

Art gives those unexpressed parts of ourselves permission to be felt and spoken.

A stone that looks satisfied with its position reflects the sense of ease the waller felt when placing it there.

I love astute observations and really great wordplay. I love the way that Louis C.K. observes life, and I love the way Patton Oswalt talks about it.

Remember that no time is ever wasted that makes two people better friends.

The camera is simply not the supple and powerful instrument of description that the pen is.

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.

If it's a big hit, fantastic. If it's not, then it's not. I don't worry about my work

All I can say is I've been lucky with my body. Well done, little body. I praise it and say, 'You're very good.'

It was a marvel, an enigma in abolition latitudes, that the slaves did not rise en-masse, at the beginning of hostilities.

The surest way to make a monkey of a man is to quote him. That remark in itself wouldn't make any sense if quoted as it stands.