The hand is no different from what it creates.

Silence is a text easy to misread.

I dream of a true husband—a good man, not a brute, nor a champion of men on the battlefield; I dream but of a gentle man, one who neither speaks too loud nor ignores evil.

Being human is the most terrible loneliness in the universe.

The madness of demons is rage - the madness of angels - hope.

…for a true Christian, all strangers are Jesus.

Ricardo Pinto's The Chosen strikes the reader with great force.

You must understand that love never keeps a man from pursuing his destiny. If he abandons that pursuit, it's because it wasn't true love… the love that speaks the Language of the World.

The train hit her with the sound of a meat-filled hefty bag smacking the pavement, and the effect was much the same, I guess. (Dark City Lights)

I felt the water rising enough to touch my Vans. She was worth ruing a pair of shoes over.

Myth is more individual and expresses life more precisely than does science.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

I have been hunted for twenty-one years. I have literally lived in the saddle. I have never known a day of perfect peace.

He has been outstanding. [Manuel] Neuer is an extraordinary goalkeeper, who would deserve to win it.

When I hear music, it's visual; I see things.

I worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school was the great poets: I read, and I read, and I read.

[Charles] Reznikoff was in between faiths, in between worlds... a double, hyphenated American. I think it probably goes deeper than that.