To succeed [,] consider what is as though it were past, deem yourself inevitable and take credit for it. If you no longer believe, enlarge the temple.

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.

More than power is respect. Fortunate are those who command it.

More than ever at that instant did she long for speech - speech that would conceal and protect where dangerous silence might betray.

Nobody knew exactly how the zombification process worked, and there were as many different strains as theories.

The earth is not just our environment. The earth is our mother.

And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!

There should be a drama series about women trying to figure out their mystery leg bruises.

The preparations are what they are. We're here. The storm is coming. We are as best prepared as we can be as the eye of the storm approaches.

How many times do I have to repeat this: my childhood was fantastic.

A lot of the cats I grew up with in the South Bronx found themselves in sticky situations.