All the words are not enough to get anything said.

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I've tried it. It doesn't help. Let me come with you.

I dissolved, so white, so unapproachable, amid my white flame, in the whiteness of moonlight

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

The best investment shall be to find your soul.

Next time you hit a speed bump otherwise known as the age-old question “Why are you still single?” look ’em in the eye and say: “Because I’m too fabulous to settle.

Do not try to be humble: learn humility.

The work is at such a high level and is so well executed, it really is a matter of taste... [Source: Project Runway — but consider, applied to the theme of book reviews, it seems apropos!]

Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends.

Waking up in TRUTH is so much better than living in a lie.

Not a deed would he do, Not a word would he utter, Till he's weighed its relation To plain bread and butter.

The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

My temptation is emotional, and resisting will further my needed weight loss and strengthen my character. Furthermore, nothing tastes as good as thin feels.