You must not ever stop being whimsical.
Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly
The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.
Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.
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 pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.