A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Books are boring, " James said as he wrote."They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

Perhaps I couldn’t tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.

I want to have the eyes of an adult to see the world as it is, but I more desperately want to have the heart of a child to make certain that I never forget what it could be.

Life is its own occasion

I think if you're gonna get a tattoo, just get one: the words, 'I'm dumb.' That's it. That way in 10 years, when you go, 'Why did I get this?,' you can be like, 'Oh, I'm dumb!'

My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.

Presentation, not reference.

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, And he shows them pearly white. Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear, And he keeps them out of sight.

Every unit that is not supported is a defeated unit.

A mad who knows that he is mad is not fully mad!

Anytime you make a person into something other than himself, you make a monster.

The worship of youth has diminished - perhaps generally - in recent years.