O starry night, This is how I want to die

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

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.

Souls from the same star find it impossible to resist dancing to the tune of inevitability.

Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.

But God can only smile because only God can know what is coming next.

You just have to do what suits you, and it doesn't matter if you don't look like everybody else. Be you. That's our gift and we've got to celebrate that.

The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.

There is a spiritual side to me that goes real deep, but I confess right up front that I'm the biggest sinner of them all.

I've always been interested in the intersection between our rational and our unconscious lives.

You need a teaching coach who understands the game of basketball, not just some guy coming on the court talking about Xs and Os.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.