Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

You want happy endings, read cookbooks.

There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.

Poetry is not efficient. If you want to learn how to cook a lobster, it’s probably best not to look to poetry. But if you want to see the word lobster in all its reactant oddity, its pied beauty, as if for the first time, go to poetry. And if you want to know what it’s like to be that lobster in the pot, that’s in poetry too.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.