I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears

Living is painful. Without pain, reality would escape us and the lessons the world has for us will go untaught.

My Ego taught me a new pride, I teach it to men: No longer to bury the head in the sand of heavenly things, but to carry it freely, an earthly head which creates meaning for the earth!

The mere fact that I exist means that I deserve to be here and to express myself any damn why I please.

For me, writing is a love-hate relationship.

Psychological horror is more interesting to me than the explicitly physical.

My reluctance to use alien invasion is due to the feeling that we are not likely to be invaded and taken over.

If you are losing power in your relationships, with others, then you have to try and remedy that, if you can't, you need to sever the relationship.

God instructs the heart, not by ideas but by pains and contradictions.

I am like a drop of water on a rock. After drip, drip, dripping in the same place, I begin to leave a mark, and I leave my mark in many people's hearts.

Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?