“We start out as little bits of disconnected dust.”

“I do think that all of us think in poems. I think of a poem as being deeper than headline news. You know how they talk about breaking news all the time, that -- if too much breaking news, trying to absorb all the breaking news, you start feeling really broken. And you need something that takes you to a place that's a little more timeless, that kind of gives you a place to stand to look out at all these things. Otherwise, you just feel assaulted by all of the tragedy in the world.”

“In these evenings he sat by our beds weaving folktales like vivid little scarves.”

“Let me peer out at the worldthrough your lens. (Maybe I'll shudder,or gasp, or tilt my head in a question.)Let me see how your blueis my turquoise and my orangeis your gold. Suddenly binarystars, we have startlinggravity. Let's comparescintillation - let's sharestarlight.”

“It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.”

“We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea.Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circleof black boulders. No one saw we were thereand everyone who had ever been therestood silently in air.Where else do we ever have to go, and why?”

“Getting over what you did to me is not why I get out of bed anymore.”