I don't watch any films. Billy Elliot is the only film I've seen in the last 25 years. Oh, and ET. Both of which I loved!
I refuse to be. In the madhouse of the inhuman I refuse to live. With the wolves of the market place I refuse to howl.
My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.
Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping. In the cradle a child is screaming. An old man sits over his death, and anyone young enough talks to his love, breathes into her lips, looks into her eyes.
There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.
I am a shadow’s shade, a lunatic, perhaps, Of two dark moons.
Contentment, then, is the product of a heart resting in God. It is the soul’s enjoyment of that peace that passes all understanding. It is the outcome of my will being brought into subjection to the Divine will. It is the blessed assurance that God does all things well, and is, even now, making all things work together for my ultimate good.
It was a very excellent day over there at HBOCinemax when they bought 'Powers'. I felt like I graduated television college, because they make amazing television. The person who said yes to Veep said yes to us, which made me feel very good about myself for five seconds. Which my self-loathing doesn't usually allow me to feel. Even I could not say that that wasn't a fun day.
Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.
We are each in the middle of our own path. We do not know what will be at the end of our story.