I Am So Imperfect, Can You Love

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

The Beautiful Feeling After Writing A Poem Is On The Whole Better Even Than After Sex, And That's Saying A Lot.