The ambience here is order and beauty. That is what frightens me when I am first alone again. I feel inadequate. I have made an open place, a place for meditation. What if I cannot find myself inside it?

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.

Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?

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

One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.