The wolf is living for the earth.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Embrace nothing:If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha.If you meet your father, kill your father.Only live your life as it is, Not bound to anything.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Praise be to God that hope is much more than how we feel on a given day. It exists outside of us

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

As soon as you get off stage, that's the most dangerous time for a singer to kiss people because your vocal chords are receptive to any kind of germ.

Halloween's my favorite holiday because you don't have to spend it with your family.

He who walks may see and understand. You can study all America from one hilltop, if your eyes are open and your mind is willing to reach. But first you must walk to that hill.

When the dignity of one person is denied, all of us are denied.

I'm a musician. I play harmonica for relaxation. A good way to relax and entertain people. An excellent way to have fun.

Throughout human history, countries rise and fall. But not America-we continue to rise and rise, like dough, until Jesus bakes us in the fiery Afterscape of the Rapture.