And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

Twilight ...Say, who you are !!The dusk before the nightOr the dawn before the light(Page 73)

Choice was dangerous: you had to forgo all other possibilities when you chose.

My brother, are you aware that you are presently taking the form of a rather large and distinctly emerald-hued bear? Not that it isn't an improvement on your usual excessive good lucks, but...

The work comes into the world at an undetermined hour, from a still unknown, but it comes inevitably.

They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.

Let him make use of instinct who cannot make use of reason.

People sometimes punish to exact judgment for past actions. God disciplines in order to teach and always in the interest of those whom he disciplines.

No disability or dictionary out there, is capable of clearly defining who we are as a person.

I consider what I write to be literature. I choose the words carefully.

You never know what your opportunities are going to be.