586 quotes found
“...true love is my religion...”
“you cannot teach artyou cannot make a soul”
“you cannot teach art—you cannot make a soul”
“put out the candles with your fireIm on fire”
“Light a campfire and everyones a storyteller”
“...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...”
“...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...”
“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”
“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”
“...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...”
“...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...”
“...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...”
“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...”
“...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...”
“... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...”
“after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art”
“...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...”
“...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something isnt that what love is all about?...”
“...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...”
“...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...”
“...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words...”
“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...”
“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”
“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”
