Fall for me, as an apple falls, as rain falls, because you must. Use gravity to anchor your desire.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

I know from my own experience that suicide is not what it seems. Too easy to try to piece together the fragmented life. The spirit torn in bits so that the body follows.

I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.

Saddest of all are the woman who were brought up to believe that self-sacrifice is the highest female virtue.

Examine this statement: ‘A woman cannot be a poet.’ Dr Samuel Johnson (Englishman 1709-84 Occupation: Language Fixer and Big Mouth.) What then shall I give up? My poetry or my womanhood?

But if what can exist does exist, is memory invention or is invention memory?

Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face. Your face lit up by twenty centuries.

I think therefore I am. Does that mean 'I feel therefore I'm not'? But only through feeling can I get at thinking.

Time: Change experienced and observed. Time measured by the angle of the turning earth as it rotates through its axis. The earth turning slowly on its spit under the fire of the sun.

The words come at my call but who calls whom?

Growing older doesn't mean that you are more mature than everyone who is younger than you. Maturity is a lot of things, and age has nothing to do with it.

When all hope is gone and your back is against the wall, ‘Pray.’ Ask God to guide you and he will take good care of you.

Don't worry, I can hander it!

Did you feel that?' I asked him.He smiled sadly. 'Fitz, I have never needed to touch you to feel that. It was always there. No limits.

I have always found that each step we take in life is to be regretted-if we once begin to wonder how many other steps might have been possible.

Sometimes I just crave to play in Shakespeare again and I know and love playing Orlando so much.

Now that I've met you and spoken to you and felt you and tasted you, I'm done. That's it. You're the end for me.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

Relations between black and white would be greatly improved if we were more accepting of our fears and our feelings and more vocal about it.

People are made in such a way that even the holiest ones are liable to offend one another.