Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

come back, come back to me

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

True intelligence requires fabulous imagination.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

The wounded, the incomplete, the unbalanced, the malfunctioning, the ill seek each other out: like attracted to like.

Human says time goes by -Time says human goes by

There is an accumulative cruelty in a number of men, though none in particular are ill-natured.

I love the farm, I love growing stuff.

Just think: what if you could just, just blink yourself away?

To LOVE without condition, to SMILE without reason, and to SERVE without end... THIS is achievement

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

Sometimes you don’t know what you're writing until you've finished it.

I send you Love and all Green Lights