“...now I know my capacity for aweis infinite: this thirst is permanent,the well bottomless, my good fortune vast.”

“please don't carry my love for you with you forever. but don't let that be all. our capacity to love is vast - all of us. my daughters taught me that. there is room. ”

“Poetry is what you findin the dirt in the corner,overhear on the bus, Godin the details, the only wayto get from here to there.”

“Using the voice is a physical act, one that first announces the existence of the body of residence and then trumpets its arrival in a public space.”

“What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.”

“i'm not sure either of them had a great capacity for love, that was all. it's funny - mine feels bottomless. ”

“I didn’t say anything. I just took his hand in mine, and laid it over my heart that was still pounding wildly in my chest. I wasn’t sure why I did it, or where my logic went in that particular moment. Maybe I wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone in the way he felt and that the kiss had reignited something in me, as well. I didn’t know for sure.”