A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.

You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

A fresh bottle of Jack waited on the end table, but for the first time in weeks I didn’t feel the need to pour a nightcap. The music was better.

Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.

There are eight known Realms beyond this one. It's mixed what you find on them, but a couple of them, the phrase hell on earth couldn't be more fitting. They're a necromancer's wet dream.

We reached the point where weapons should go silent and ideas speak.

There are very few films or plays or anything about really happy people with perfect lives.

There is never a crowd on the leading edge.

Minds of moderate caliber ordinarily condemn everthing which is beyond their range.

Being disappointed is sometimes an inevitable outcome that no one can control.

The language with which I make my poems has nothing to do with one spoken here, or anywhere.

The thing I have to keep in mind and I try to keep in mind about myself, about anyone, is you do the best you can do at the time.