I love how intimate I've become with failure.

- Bob Hicok

My heart/ is whatever temperature a heart is/ in a man who doesn't believe in heaven.

- Bob Hicok

I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snow stroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth, swallow, somewhere else the sky is falling…

- Bob Hicok

Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you in each …

- Bob Hicok

The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call.

- Bob Hicok

Furiously and gorgeously write your ass off.

- Bob Hicok