"Why do so many poets settle for so little? I don’t understand why they’re not greedy for what’s inside them. When I read the poems that matter to me, it stuns me how much the presence of the heart—in all its forms—is endlessly available there."
"A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead—erases memory."