only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

I think the job of writing and literature is to encourage each one of us to believe that we're living in a story.

The person you have known a long tme is embedded in you like a jewel. The person you have just met casts out a few glistening beams & you are fascinated to see more of them. How many more are there? With someone you've barely met the curiosity is intoxicating.

This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.