She's as old as the hills, evil as a snake, all malevolence and magic and death.

Life imitates art, but clumsily, copying its movements when it thinks it isn't looking.

Poems ancient and modern prowled the ice floes in bear form, filled with words that could wound with their beauty.

I will not be my father's dog.

The lovelorn came, too. The alone. The lunatics-they were brought here, sometimes. Got their name from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance to fix things.

The little mutton-chopped man interrupted them to point out that in his opinion good was not the avoidance of evil, but something more positive than that: it was making the world a better place.

Birth is to celebrate, death is to mourn - Menu 8 (Death: Loved Ones!)

If you suffer and make your loved ones suffer, there is nothing that can justify your desire.

The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

If you don't ask the right question, every answer seems wrong -

I knew Barack Obama, absolutely. And I knew him probably as well as thousands of other Chicagoans.

You can express a lot of things, a lot of action without speaking.

We can only begin to change the world around us when we are willing to become a conscious part of all that is changing.

The child’s parents are not his makers but his guardians.

But sometimes it's necessary to go back before you can go forward, really forward.

Self-reform automatically brings about social reform.