“If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.”

“Pouring out liquor is like burning books.”

“Don’t hold yourselves cheap, seeing that the creator of all things and of you estimates your value so high, so dear, that he pours out for you every day the most precious blood of his only-begotten Son.”

“It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality.”

“Sometimes I see you
And you don't know why I'm there
And I'm washed away by emotions
I hold deep down inside
Getting stronger with time
It's living through the fire
And holding on we find That's what love is for …”

“There is a really deep well inside me. And in it dwells God. Sometimes I am there, too. But more often stones and grit block the well, and God is buried beneath. Then He must be dug out again.”

“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.”

“I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.”

“The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.”

“Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together”