A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.

Other things my best friend said to me: That two years was but a short span.

She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.

It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be one.

With boys there was a fundamental assumption that they had a right to be there—not always, but more often than not. With girls, Why her? came up so quickly.

The cards spoke to a suspicion that many whose work is play can never be free of: that you can only flaunt your triviality for so long before punishment is due.

Never regret losing time on reading good books

A book of poems doesn't just come out by chance, an editor has to select it, a publisher has to distribute it or you will never see it.

You could take Vicodin, step out of the house, onto a freeway, have a truck hit you, and you'd say "My Bad!".

The eye encompasses the beauty of the whole world.

There is nothing training cannot do. Nothing is above its reach. It can turn bad morals to good; it can destroy bad principles and recreate good ones; it can lift men to angelship.

No one gets a break from their reality.

Have faith in yourself.

My parents always told me I could do anything, but never told me how long it would take

When Reason died, then Wisdom was born.

God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.