Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging.

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

Death is woven in with the violets, ” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

Tolerance of intolerance is cowardice.

Dreams are achieved by blood, sweat, tears, and an iron-will!

Marriage is not about the Numbers but the Members

When you manage people, you must first convince them they need managing. So you create the problems and then let the people cry for solutions.

I love almonds as a snack, and in the morning, yogurt is a fantastic go-to. Sometimes I mix them together.

All law is from God, not from man. So, all laws are derived from the divine text, or the Koran.

Isolation offered its own form of companionship

Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love.

One hopes that each piece contains enough space for several narratives.

You see, if you take pains and learn in order to get a reward, the work will seem hard; but when you work... if you love your work, you will find your reward in that.