As a poet and writer, I deeply love and I deeply hate words. I love the infinite evidence and change and requirements and possibilities of language.
We are the ones we've been waiting for.
We survive our love because we go on loving.
I am working never to be late again.
Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.
My father was both the person who gave me reason to learn how to fight and the one who taught me the basics of fighting. He would tell me that if it was a big fight, it would probably be uneven, it wouldn't be fair