all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

If you want to create, you'll create.