Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

A sense of solidarity among fifteen-to-thirty-year-olds would be a menace to civilized society even in the best of times.

She looked at the girl in the chair and she saw what youth was. It was oblivious, with things in its ears.

You can’t afford not to manage your brand.

I suppose that for most people one of the darker joys of gardening is that once you've got started it's not at all hard to find someone who knows a little bit less than you.

Because the European does not know his own unconscious, he does not understand the East and projects it into everything he fears and despises in himself.

There is always the possibility of beauty where there is an unsealed human eye; of music where there is an unstopped human ear; and of inspiration where there is a receptive human spirit.

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.

Sometimes you sacrifice legibility to increase impact.

The individualists stare into each other's eyes and yet deny the existence of each other.

The test before us as a people is not whether our commitments match our will and our courage; but whether we have the will and courage to match our commitments.