Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.
To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he'd removed the iron sliver I thought I'd die from. I can't remember the tale, but hear his voice still, a well of dark water, a prayer. And I recall his hands, two measures of tenderness he laid against my face.
While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.
Poetry is the language of extremity. Poetry is a transfer of potency. You feel something potent and then you transfer it onto the page.
The purpose of a short story is. . . that the reader shall come away with the satisfactory feeling that a particular insight into human character has been gained, or that his (or her) knowledge of life has been deepened, or that pity, love or sympathy for a human being is awakened.
When you are part of a megachurch, you have no responsibility to anybody else.
We should always speak what would please the man of whom we expect a favour,like the hunter who sings sweetly when he desires to shoot a deer.
I will tell you, running for President, the money I spent is peanuts compared to the money I won't make. And that's O. K. because this is so important. What I'm doing is so important.