I love the excesses of beauty, there is never enough sunlight in the world I will live in, never enough room for love.

Love is a fragile, useless thing. It decomposes easily in the tropic heat.

He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love.

Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared.

I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me

I would like to write a suicide note in three and a halflanguagesand travel south on a Thursday towardssome form of life outside of earth

There's a strong message of divine righteousness in dictatorships. Every megalomaniac has to believe his actions are sanctioned by God.

My angels are jellyfish, electric, nearly invisible, armed with poisoned harpoons.My archangels are yellow tang.They feed on sunlight.They speak through color.Anything in their paths turns blind.

Let her remain where she is. A constellation away.

I'll remember your apocalypse if you'll remember mineIt will be a holiday of the senses

.it's a long road when you're on your own, but there's no better teacher..

The best way to get OVER one is to get UNDER one

The humanity we all share is more important than the mental illnesses we may not

When we perceive any object of a familiar kind, much of what appears subjectively to be immediately given is really derived from past experience.

Climbing trees is still one of my favorite things to do. A tree and a good book and I'm happy.

No experimental result can ever kill a theory: any theory can be saved from counterinstances either by some auxiliary hypothesis or by a suitable reinterpretation of its terms.

The art of writing fiction is to sail as dangerously close to the truth as possible without sinking the ship

What remains is solitude.

Challenge everything, assume nothing.