You Will Always Be Here With Me;

Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna. That's What We Have To Learn.

One Could Go On Revising A Prose Page Forever Whereas There Is A Point In A Poem When One Knows It Is Done Forever.

How Slowly One Comes To Understand Anything!

It Feels A Long Way Up And Down From Zero.

The More Our Bodies Fail Us, The More Naked And More Demanding Is The Spirit, The More Open And Loving We Can Become If We Are Not Afraid Of What We Are And Of What We Feel. I Am Not A Phoenix Yet, But Here Among The Ashes, It May Be That The Pain Is Chiefly That Of New Wings Trying To Push Through.