“Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.”

“There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.”

“If you heard your lover scream in the next roomand you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood.You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say, 'Darling, are you OK? 'No, you'd w...”

“The Everlasting Staircase"Jeffrey McDanielWhen the call came, saying twenty-four hours to live,my first thought was: can't she postpone her exitfrom this planet for a week? I've got places to do,pe...”

“Hey you, dragging the halo-how about a holiday in the islands of grief? Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.Your eyes are so blue they leak.Your legs are longer than a prisoner'slast night o...”

“But one kiss levitates above all the others. Theintersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.The Ill love you through a brick wall kiss.Even when Im dead, Ill swim through the Earth,like a me...”

“Nowadays some people have becomeintimate with thoughtsbut unfriendly with the heartThey have become a clueless eyethat does not see itself”

“Politics is clueless; I can claim -"I am a politician" only because I am not.”

“Mrs. P.? Oh no. Shes the help. Bosnian, you know. Or is it Serbian? An absolute treasure, anyway. As I always say to Bel, if theres one good thing to come out of all this fuss in the Balkans, its t...”

“Marriage is for the mature, not the infantile. The fusion of two different personalities requires emotional balance and control on the part of each person.”

“At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving swells; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hea...”

“Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above t...”

“When Rachel Carson accepted the National Book Award, she said, 'if there is poetry in my book about the sea it is not because I deliberately put it there but because no one could write truthfully a...”