I'm not rational enough to be a good journalist.
A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.
Birthdays are ghost bounty hunters that track you down to ask, "Que pasa, baby?
In a life properly lived, you're a river.
Your kids inevitably want to move where they had their vacations when they were younger.
I can maintain my sense of the sacredness of existence only by understanding my own limitations and losing my self-importance.