I love you like the plant that does not bloomand carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Love is a clash of lightnings

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

I am the daughter of a psychologist. I know that the thing ostensibly being studied is rarely the thing being studied. (We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, p. 99)

Why, she wondered, do we always reserve our worst hatred for our own?

As one [Jeb] Bush supporter told Politico, you might as well light all of this money [for election compaign] on fire.

But He Himself hath sealed your sufferings, and their thus saying condemns God, and His sealing condemns them.

The best way to serve the individuals on the team is to see that the whole team wins.

Every great movement must experience three stages: ridicule, discussion, adoption.

My first job is to write a book that I believe is compelling and deserves the long sustained attention that any novel requires, and to worry about the commerce only late in the game.

All the new technology seems redundant to me. I was quite happy with the United States mail service. And, I don't even have an answering machine, for God's sake.

Don't write something that is your passion project because all it will do is get the passion stomped out of you.

I think the philosophy will continue to be what it always was; which was, let's keep throwing a bunch of things at the wall, and see what sticks.