But when we sit together, close, ’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging.

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

Death is woven in with the violets, ” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

I think the ears are a strange look for me. Quite big. But I loved the hair down to my shoulders. It felt right. I'm thinking of letting my hair go.

All states of mind have different views. On the higher plateau, opportunities will open to you because you can see them.

I have never felt any ethnic connection between the Greeks and me other than how hairy I am.

My favorite songs change every year.

Forgive your enemies, but first get even.

Discrimination in public benefits is also perfectly legal. Under federal law, people convicted of drug felonies are deemed ineligible even for food stamps.

We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none.

You must obey the law, always, not only when they grab you by your special place.

One of my theories is that men love with their eyes; women love with their ears.