you came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.

i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.

The stars were withdrawn, small, giving no light, unlike other nights when they seemed to hang large from the sky ready to be reached for and taken into our hands.

Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.

Some racists still reject the plain testimony written in the DNA that all the races are not only human but nearly indistinguishable. . . .

A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford.

Step with care and great tact. And remember life's a great balancing act.

I would blossom if I were a rose.

There are circumstances in which suicide presents a viable option; a workable alternative; the only sensible solution.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

I like to do projects that are off-the-wall and on top-of-the-wall.

We mistook violence for passion, indolence for leisure, and thought recklessness was freedom.