...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

If we deny ourselves the unique human faculty of learning from others’ mistakes, we deny oneself the chance to be a human.

Life is a gift, and it offers us the privilege, opportunity, and responsibility to give something back by becoming more.

All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.

Maybe we are all cabinets of wonders.

I just try to be true to myself and look the way that I'm comfortable looking. Because if I'm comfortable with me, then you're going to be comfortable with me as well.

The need for the creation of collective art and ritual on a nonclerical basis is at least as important as literacy and higher education.

Questions don't change the truth. But they give it motion.

I once saw John Updike get in front of a crowd and read a story that he'd written in 1958, and I just thought, I can't even look at stuff I wrote a year ago, I can't believe he's doing this.

Love and peace to everyone. May your God go with you.

An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing.