I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I am your opus.

Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.

Death is perfectly safe. (55)

I can't imagine it's easy to like someone, hate them, and then lose them before any of those feelings are resolved.

History's greatest composers would be appalled to hear their greatest works reduced to distorted hold music for businesses.

Life is not about creating an unreal existence. People should be challenged to find something cool about the mundane.

Finding that core of truth within yourself... That truth that knows and trusts that All Is Well, and that chooses Love... Is the greatest spiritual attainment you can ever make.

I think sometimes the way to preserve the magic of a book is to throw it away - meaning, not to cling to the way a book does its magic but to find a cinematic equivalent.

Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there.

Nice' in a bodyguard is about as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.

Kindness is a highly underrated quality.

If we take the poor away from the Gospel, we won't be able to understand the whole message of Jesus Christ.