No doubt, love comes in many colors of the rainbow.
Memory is a poet, not an historian.
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die.
Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable. . . The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it.
Bedeviled, human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
Without devotion any life becomes a stranger's story. . . told for the body to forget what it once loved.
When we think we have something to say we are usually wrong. We are fooling ourselves. Trip into discovery. Don't write what you know, discover something new.
I believe that it is the responsibility of everyone in corporate life to help with the funding of non-profit organizations.
The best place any Christian can ever be in is to be totally destitute and totally dependant upon God, and know it.
An idea's worth is directly proportional to the opposition created.
A notion for a story is for me a confluence of real events, historical perhaps, or from my own memory to create an exciting fusion.