It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.

A song, you know, you've got a tempo. You know,you've got something that is moving swiftly. You can't stop it, you know? Andit's designed to move swiftly from, you know, mouth to mouth, heart to heart,where a poem really speaks to something that has no time and that is - it's acompletely different perception.

Love is the only engine of survival

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.