Being a writer requires an intoxication with language.
I can maintain my sense of the sacredness of existence only by understanding my own limitations and losing my self-importance.
No one else can hold your hand or take this voyage of the soul for you.
How wonderful it was to love something without the compromise of language.
Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.
Death steals everything except our stories.