And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.