A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.