I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

With sticky thinking you can become unstuck!

Damn, I really want to kiss you.

Memories are never as true as the things one forgets.

Good. Illegal is always faster.

agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

You always will be singing a song or humming a line or a melody.

There were two free public libraries within walking distance of my home; I remember taking six books home from every visit, the limit set by the library.

Remember this: all suffering comes to an end. And whatever you suffer authentically, God has suffered from it first.

I like to make all my characters interesting. Be they male, female or creatures unknown.

At Baalbek Nuts I bought pistachios from the Lebanese owners, who answered my request for their thoughts on the war with the typically Lebanese response of no problem. It's a lie, as we all knew.