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

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

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.

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

The heart is wiser than the intellect.

I look in the mirror every morning, okay. What is going on here? You know, I just say, 'Look, it's sheer insanity.'

Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.

The consciousness of good intention is the greatest solace of misfortunes.

Of course I love leather, and I love stingray. So combining the two and adding those gold elements - I always love a great gold accessory.

Only freedom from prejudice and tireless zeal avail for the most holy of the endeavours of mankind, the practice of the true art of healing.

One defends when his strength is inadequate, he attacks when it is abundant.

I encourage active skepticism - when people are being skeptical because they're trying to identify the best course of action. They're trying to identify the next step for themselves or other people.

If you are in the job for glamour, you're in for the shock of your life. The media is a huge shark pool.