I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

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.

Prayer is not our using of God

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will never be able to tell.

...after all, who isn't a survivor from the wreck of childhood?

Hypocrisy annoys me, people need to look into mirrors. Let me hold a mirror in front of your face.

The truth can be glimpsed only through the eyes of death.

You may fail to shine in the opinion of others, both in our conversation and actions, from being superior, as well as inferior to them.

I've always been interested in a lot of things, and a lot of things at the same time, and I always tried to explain them to myself. I ask a lot of questions.

Digital gadgets often plug us into an environment that's more cluttered than the real world.

I'm not depressed and I continue to remain healthy and positive, but developing 'Smash Bros.' is beyond hard.

Health is a human right, not a privilege to be purchased.