We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.