A good poem is a contribution to reality.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Love is the last light spoken.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

What one learns in a classroom is just a very small part of learning process . The real learning starts when one crosses borders and travels miles for the real knowledge.

The problem with spiritual procrastination is the uncertain time of the deadline.

I happen to think that American politics is one of the noblest arts of mankind and I cannot do anything else but write about it.

Mom would kill me if I showed my navel.

Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

Waiting for the German verb is surely the ultimate thrill.

I don't belong to anything, nobody's listening to me and I don't have any levers that control my own life.

It is the mark of a primitive society to view regression as progress.

Parents often give middle names just so that later, when they're yelling at the kid, they can drag it out. Henry David Thoreau, you come in here this instant!

I'm all done with hating you. It's all washed out of me. I hate people hard, but I don't hate them very long.