“Tomorrow is another day toward death.”

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

I knew you’d decide to be all right again.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

The disciples obey because that’s what people do when someone rises from the dead and gives instructions.

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.

If a man can predict his own death and resurrection, and pull it off, I just go with whatever that man says

God had one Son without sin, but He never had a son without trial.

Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.

The nearer we live to God while we live, the more ready we will be to dwell forever in His presence when we die.

Those that perished in Hitler’s gas chambers were the last Jews to die without standing up to defend themselves.

There are always risks in challenging excessive police power, but the risks of not challenging it are more dangerous, even fatal.