I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.

Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself

If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.

Titles does not make a man. But the grace of thanks.

A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people.

Even God cannot change the past.

Once crime was as solitary as a cry of protest; now it is as universal as science. Yesterday it was put on trial; today it determines the law.

I'll shoot my age if I have to live to be 105.

As you meditate, you will be able to look at the beauties and horrors of life and accept them with an equal mind. You will love more and be kinder to those around you.

The fingerprints of the god who amused himself fashioning them - I can see them on any bone whatsoever.

He used to be fairly indecisive, but now he's not so certain.

I think often times if a guitar riff is centered around the chorus or if it follows the chorus, then it often times turns into the actual hook.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.