Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Don’t be afraid of caterpillars –They are reborn as butterflies.Transformed by love are saints and killers.The truth is sometimes worse than lies.

Only a prostitute will trade her valuables for money, so you shouldn't sell your God given ideas and talents for money, because you don't own it in any way but should be by a divine authority.

Sometimes, we just have to be asked.

Question the bravery. Say it's not courage. Call it a passion.

If you really want to diminish a candidate, depict him as the foil of his handler. This is as old in American politics as politics itself.

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

Surely nobody would be a charlatan, who could afford to be sincere.

I thought I'd finally get to relax with Dimitri.

My father was a proctologist and my mother was an abstract artist, so that's how I view the world.

This world is so wonderful, so Unthinkable and Ungraspable. What are we touching right here and now?