Poetry, to me, is a type of shamanistic chant capable of chasing away the darkness within us.

Art is a game. Poetry as well. At the end of the day, you either know how to play it or not.

Poetry is an old wise serpent which only occasionally comes out to catch the sun (and scare people).

Man is in his own microcosm akin to a personal box, with poetry as its lid which it can defend itself from the world

My wife, my family, my friends - they've all taught me things about love and what that emotion really means. In a nutshell, loving someone is about giving, not receiving.

If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o’-the-wisps of the imagination.

Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.

Asked if he believes in one G-d, a mathematician answered: "Yes, up to isomorphism".

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

People don't come to Asheville very often, and they don't know I'm there. I enjoy it. I like it.

Relationships are hard regardless! But I think they feed the artist: relationships, children, life, family - it all feeds the artist. Loss. Joy. Sacrifice.

Most faults are not in our Constitution, but in ourselves.

Of course, some would say if you have a performing inclination, then you should become a lawyer. That's a platform we use, or a priest. You know, anywhere you lecture and pontificate to people.

Of course [I believe in aliens]. Are you so arrogant as to believe we are alone in this universe?