Poetry...... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can rise

Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

But being a brother or a sister (if you are lucky enough) is the role of a lifetime.

Joy is strength.

In suffering, we build our strength for the ultimate success.

I'd like to just work - steadily work - and do parts that I enjoy doing.

It is disgraceful that people are being barred from neighborhoods and clubs on a basis that would have barred Jesus Himself.

I don't think that understanding produces change. Learning produces change.

We build our character as a carapace to keep away the fear of the abyss. That's what our character is for.

I've been speaking at churches for years, as well as juvenile jails, rehabs and hospitals, and I always talk about my faith. That is a declaration of my relationship with God

When I see friends of mine break up and they're like, "Oh, we still really love each other, but we just couldn't make it work," I don't get that. I don't understand what that means. Make it work.

People are getting record deals and they can barely sing. We have these new terms for artists that can dance, but they can't sing.