And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.

Nourish yourself with the water of love to grow flowers of happiness in the garden of your heart.

Yo, I failed ninth grade three times, but I don't think it was necessarily 'cause I'm stupid.

I'm inviting the spirits into my photography. It's an act of God.

Russians have a new freedom, but as long as they don't express that freedom on a public platform.

Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.

Big media companies have lots of money and content, but they have no way to tap into a good base of users.

It's just that that feels discriminatory to me, "the ideal woman." The concept of ideal is fleeting. It's like "perfect." There's no such thing.

Every once in awhile, a girl has to indulge herself.

I'm free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally.