But Fear and the Muse in turn guard the place Where the banished poet has gone And the night that comes with quickened pace Is ignorant of dawn.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

It is pardonable for children to yell that they believe in fairies, but it is somehow sinister when the piping note shifts from the puerile to the senile.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

You're never gonna find the perfect politician.

Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil

Grace means we don't need to airbrush our lives to make them look like they're working.

Love is dangerous, if you know it's dangerous, that makes you treasure it, and you'll work harder to keep it.

Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

Everyone has the bully or the mean girl or the ex-boyfriend who tried to bring them down.

The faculty of imagination is both the rudder and the bridle of the senses.

Property exists by grace of the law. It is not a fact, but a legal fiction.