This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Love is the last light spoken.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

Take a simple idea and take it seriously.

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

If you care about animals, there is one and only one choice: go vegan. Can you choose not to be vegan? Sure. You can choose not to care.

Sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy.

Miami has embraced me and I love them for that.

Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

I am a conservative. Quite possibly I am on the losing side; often I think so. Yet, out of a curious perversity I had rather lose with Socrates, let us say, than win with Lenin.

Huge herds of vigorous, curious, open-eyed Americans freely roaming the world are, it seems to me, quite possibly a vital national resource today as at no other time in our history.

Illusions are crucial to the maintenance of life functions.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.