If you tell me, it's an essay. If you show me, it's a story.

Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a processCarved in space, vision your poor eye's singlearmor against winter spring summer fall

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.

It's hard letting go of the past, when there are no firm handholds in the future.

To touch the surface is to stir the depths.

On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.

Musashi, who trained himself, became a master swordsman who was never defeated.

The Product of Freedom and Security is a constant (F X S = k). Giving up freedom for security is beginning to look naive.

Don't keep putting your anger off. Until you go through it, you can't get out of it.

Can't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby," said Adrian obstinately. "I'm the life of the party— even without drinking. I wasn't meant to be alone.

For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?