...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

The problem is that they are all stars at Madrid. You need someone to carry the water to the well.

People keep asking me when I'm going to start singing instead of speaking. I can't sing! I'm rubbish! Why don't they believe me?

The constant buzz and pressure and noise and static of the Internet, and the way it makes young people feel makes it difficult to grow up and develop the way one might want to.

If we win, we'll make history, and I'll serve you on the Agriculture Committee.

As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.

Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious - there was generally some reason for it.

It is a shameful thing to insult a child.

I think materialism has trumped a lot of stuff, but I don't think it has trumped the heart, especially when it comes to (a person's) last thought.

At times to think of one's outer helplessness is good, but to think always of one's inner strength is infinitely better.

Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!