You think it’s a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.

Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day?Who is the Yogi, Namaste?

I wonder what became of you, your JohnnyRotten skin, no Emerald City eyes.You'd have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter.

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

...we’re not even really hiking, more like meandering in cinematic light.

He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor’s open field.He’s decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.

Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlightin strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...

...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.

Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?

Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung to silence by the news that something winged has lost its flight.

I write for pages, get lost in the mezzaninehidden from stages.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

Those who possess time are often not aware of its value.

In our country today, very few children are raised to believe that their principal destiny is to serve their family, their country, or God.

There are honest journalists like there are honest politicians - they stay bought.

I'm definitely a romantic, I don't think life is really worth all the pain and effort and struggling if you don't have somebody that you love very much

I had a great start in television; the first thing I did was an episode of Performance called The Entertainer with Michael Gambon playing Archie Rice.

We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

In considering God's power, we must not look for a God of the Gaps, a god who is called in for those phenomena for which there is yet no scientific explanation.

Every piece of art will be if it's lucky enough to be dug up, if there's anything to dig up.

The development of Africa will not happen without the effective participation of women. Our forefathers' image of women must be buried once for all.