Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?

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.

Whatever man seeks lies in his heart of love.

Action achieves ambition.

When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.

Everything is because I love you.

There are lasting consequences for using drugs. I'll still be paying for my prior use.

It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta." Leo snorted. "What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.

I was afraid that if I surrendered my life over to God, God would tell me not to do those things that I desperately wanted to do.

I wished by treating Psychology like a natural science, to help her become one.