Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I have with me all that I do not knowI have lost none of it.

The wealth of time we wastage, is worth much more than all the natural resources we have on the earth.

Respect for right conduct is felt by every body.

I have worked to expand the health care debate beyond the current for-profit system, to include a public option and an amendment to free the states to pursue single payer.

I think the trend to control speech - and therefore thought - continues. Because of the freer flow of information now, there's more on the side of free thought.

Happiness is the art of learning how to get joy from your substance.

The markets don't like instability and they don't like uncertainty.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.

I find if I just sit down and think, a solution presents itself.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

I'll dream no more--by mainly mind Not even in sleep is well resigned. My midnight orisons said o'er, I'll turn to rest and dream no more.