I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

I don't want tobecause boysdon't write poetry.Girls do.

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

I was put to the grammar-school at eight years of age, my father intending to devote me, as the tithe of his sons, to the service of the Church.

Every limbo boy and girl, all around the limbo world. Gonna do the limbo rock, all around the limbo clock.

I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of the day.

What concerns everyone can only be resolved by everyone.

I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the person who lived it or the people writing about it.

Freud articulated the standard opinion when he asked with supposed seriousness, 'What does a woman want?'... Today the question that is the yeast in the social dough is, 'What do men want?

You don't get what you don't ask for

Do not become the slave of your model.