I wanted to know every story behind the scars on her curves. I wanted to decipher the whispers hidden beneath her every breath. I wanted to unravel her with my hands.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.

The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

I tried to be good to Judith, I tried to be kind and loving, but our hatred kept coming between us.

Your hatred is rooted in your fear, and your paranoia and insecurities, well they don't belong here.

We don't really know how the game was invented, though there are suspicions. As soon as we discover the culprits, we'll let you know

I had no identity [when I was 27] - I was terrified that somebody would ask me what I was doing, and I would have no answer.

As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me. They do not feel any enmity against me as an individual, nor I against them. They are only 'doing their duty'

Where there is love of medicine, there is love of humankind.

Behind all these manifestations is the one radiance, which shines through all things.

I'm not sure that the current value of the NASDAQ is justified, but I'm not sure that it isn't.

The same facts impress us differently.

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.