But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

All the little emptiness of love!

We live as we dream--alone....

I work in L.A. from time to time.

I wish I were more musically gifted, more intuitive in playing instruments.

If you [want to] change something, come talk to me. It's the easiest solution.

When you play a violin piece, you are a storyteller, and you're telling a story.

Easy there, Smurfette.

The literary interview won't tell you what a writer is like. Far more compellingly to some, it will tell you what a writer is like to interview.

I have no interest in becoming a tax exile and living somewhere I don't want to - I just want to be at home with my family.

In mathematics, our freedom lies in the questions we ask — and in how we pursue them — but not in the answers awaiting us.

I do like to dress up. I am shapely, everything about me is real and I can rap.