We religious controllers control in the name of Jesus and it is really painful to people

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.

All I have to tell you about is what I have heard and seen of Jesus, how He is helping me find freedom, to occasionally love other people, and even accept myself with all my mixed motives.

The writing of poetry is a chancy business, it's currency solitude and loss, its tools coffee and too much wine, its hours midnight, dawn, and dusk, and unlike other trade the hours asleep are not time off.

There never was a social change in America without angry people at the heart

I am too old to think.