I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

Love has an enormous spectrum of expression and impact. At the far end, it begins to unravel and move away from subjective experience and personal preference. It becomes pure intent, something that no longer tickles our desires, but fulfills the deeper ne

Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.

Miley Cyrus' 'Party in the USA' kills me with jealousy. The melodies are out-of-control beautiful.

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

If rain is God crying, I think God is drunk and his girlfriend just slept with Zeus.

Marriage becomes hard work once you have poured the entirety of your life’s expectations for happiness into the hands of one mere person. Keeping that going is hard work.

I thought I had made this discovery: that there are unexpected, constant repetitions in our behavior. The right combination of circumstances had enabled me to observe them. One seldom has the chance to be a clandestine witness of several talks between the

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make the same mistakes only sooner.

A god who is capable of sending intelligible signals to millions of people simultaneously, and of receiving messages from all of them simultaneously, cannot be, whatever else he might be, simple. Such Bandwidth!

I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence.

So, if anyone ever tells you no, of anyone says your voice isn't important or your dreams are too big, remember these women. They persisted and so should you.