...if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...

...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?...

One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

Prayer is powerful, but if our prayers are aimless, meaningless, and mingled with doubt, they will be of little hope to us.

Don't look for the devil outside, look inside and exorcise yourself

There is such a thing as a national conscience, and it can be touched.

The most guileful amongst the reporters are those who appear friendly and smile and seem to be supportive. They are the ones who will seek to gut you on every occasion.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

Staying present and staying myself in the midst of others is important.

Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.

- I don't want you to love me. - Too late, mi chava.

Men fall in love through their eyes. Women fall in love with their ears, through words.