my pleasure was in the strength of my back, in my noble shoulders, the cool smooth flesh cylinders of my arms.

You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.

Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.

I'm not very good at praying, but what I experience when I'm writing a poem is close to prayer.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.

One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in language.

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone - the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

Please do not say magic like you are discussing a bowel movement... Humanity expects the lights, so they are provided.

Tomorrow is not a promise. Tomorrow is a second chance.

I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style

We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.

I wanted to get us a place of our own with a little bit more space. The kitchen is just huge, because my mom... lives there, man, and she loves being in the kitchen.

I felt like I was in the best photography school in the world - I had Herb Ritts, Bruce Weber, Richard Avedon and Irving Penn teach me.

I thing that god is always listening to all my prayers.and i have so many dreams in my life.thats why I'm always praying that's someday I'm going to achieve all my dreams.

[People] are alike in a sense that the Bernie Sanders anger at Hillary Clinton was that she was a so-called progressive and yet had managed to make $125 million.