You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

When the people whom we love the most leave us, we start learning to live with the shadows they have left inside us.

Sometimes you have to trust grownups, perhaps more so when they are not there to actually supervise you.

Ignorance is the source of all problems you encounting on your life time.

The cure for sorrow is to learn something.

If all our national holidays were observed on Wednesdays, we could wind up with nine-day weekends.

I do not judge, I only chronicle.

It is a commonplace by now to say that the urban school systems of America contain a higher percentage of Negro children each year.

Time is the missing ingredient in our recipes-and in our lives.

After we secure the border, not only build a wall, but beneath the ground and in the air, we do internal enforcement.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.