After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made.

I wish I could help you" I whisper.You are, " he murmurs against my knee. "just dont leave me, okay? Everyone leaves me.

After a gig I get to the hotel all psyched-up from being on stage and get stuck into 'Homes and Interiors' magazine.

I don't wanna be alone forever but I can be tonight.

The book of nature which we have to read is written by the finger of God.

An expert is just somebody from out of town with slides.

General Longstreet,when once in a fight, was a most brilliant soldier; but he was the hardest man to move I had in my army.

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.