My mouth blooms like a cut.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

Happiness thinks only of itself.

History is the diary of humankind

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you find a trout in the milk.

And we find at the end of a perfect day The soul of a friend we've made.

Nice enough?” he asked, tendons tightening in his neck like he intended to Hulk out on me. “Did you just call my kiss ‘nice enough’?

I think my legs are a strong point, so I try to draw attention to them rather than the upper part of my body.

Eventually you're supposed to get so confounded by this whole thing that you just give up completely, and that's when it starts to work. Not give up the practice, but give up trying to figure it out.

Music stands in a much closer connection with pure sensation than any of the other arts.

Don't fear, just live right.