…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

Like seasonless fowl we migrate…from East Coast to West Coastand back and forth again, for a job, for a friend, for a change, for a kick.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

It was just a kiss and it was nearly too much and it still wasn't enough, and it was just beautiful.

Love is a contradiction... Jace to Clary

Assuredly, Loving Souls, you should go to God with all humility and respect, humbling yourselves in His presence, especially when you remember your past ingratitude and sins.

I don't have an ideal reader. I'm trying to reach something simple and, I believe, universal, in every single person.

Although I was brought up in a culturally and religious conservative culture, as a Baptist I was taught that no one has the right to subpoena your conscience.

I know a lot about Jewish comedians.

I will be the greatest jobs president that God has ever created. The tax relief will be concentrated on the working and middle class. I will be president for all Americans.

Good listening is always the first step in the process that creates technique and capability

Contention is inseparable from creating knowledge. It is not contention we should try to avoid, but discourses that attempt to suppress contention.

Once I started singing, I realized it was a language I'd forgotten I could speak.