Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song

In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies; in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus.

We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.

I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

Dance until the earth dance.

She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.

One flower may slay the winter and meet death.

You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.

I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.

Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.

No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell; I live; I am alive.

So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

Fight for what you want because forever is a long time to be a quitter.

I want you to let go. Just close your eyes and feel me. Don't think. Don't try to control it. All you have to do... is feel.

My hands are of your colour

Your waking adult life is going to be spent in what you do professionally, so you'd better like the journey and not just aim for the destination.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

Please don't ask which I enjoy more - acting or hosting - because I love them equally.

COUGHS. These are symptoms, not diseases. Take them to your doctor and he can give you something serious to worry about.

The easier it is to quantify, the less it's worth.