He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?

My moral compass is so broken I can barely find the parking lot.

You have to love with an open hand. The heart is like a bird and you have to let this bird fly freely, you cannot possess it.

I don't eat chicken abortions!

The genius of rock music is that it matched the cultural hysteria around it.

Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable, let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

With some diseases, like type 2 diabetes, if people get alerted early they can take steps to avert getting sick.

Cookies at both of them. The cookies are probably better at Letterman though.

You want to set a goal that is big enough that in the process of achieveing it you become someone worth becoming.

When a person sets a thing in motion, there's a feeling of unease, almost regret, until you learn the truth.