He had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.

In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.

So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions.

And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the softness and the clarity...

His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt?

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...

Right it is to be taught even by the enemy.

A cat is friendly in a hollow sort of way, like the way a prostitute is friendly.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

In L.A., everyone is competing for the next job, and in New York, it's pretty much the same thing: competing for a better job.

The Gospel is like a caged lion. It does not need to be defended, it just needs to be let out of its cage.

I've thought about going back to school.

I thought, I might not look my best, I've forgotten half the words to my songs and I'm suffering from post-traumatic stress, but I've just got to get out there and do it.

I stand on the corner, pretending I am a tree.

If a government commission had worked on the horse, you would have the first horse that could operate its knee joint in both directions. The trouble is it couldn't have stood up.

Most good essays are conversations with yourself - not just your decided thoughts but your dilemmas.