You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

I want to write poems that are natural, luminous, deep, spare. I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through and see the world.

A Bombshell wants it all, yet she is beginning to see shecan’t have it all at once.

Live in the moment! Yesterday is gone forever, tomorrow is yet to come, but you have right now. Live in the moment!

We don't know where we come from and where we go, we fill the missing links with whatever our imaginations can provide us

Moth: I gave you my life. Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.

By doing that [ saying no boots on the ground], she [Hillary Clinton] has empowered the enemy, she's empowered the enemy.

Actions speak louder than words, but words spur actions.

When we [the Braves] won the World Series in '95, I went nuts. I mean, that was my team.

I have had all I can stand of not taking myself seriously.

…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.

You should always know how you're doing against your metrics. You should always have a weekly review meeting every week.