all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.

Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.

People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!

we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.