Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine

... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

... to write well it is entirely necessary to read widely and deeply. Good poems are the best teachers.

Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that's often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.