Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

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.

Belief in God optional. Belief in the self is imperative.

Such will be a great lesson of peace: teaching men that what they cannot take by an election, neither can they take it by war.

The strange flavour of AI work is that people try to put together long sets of rules in strict formalisms which tell inflexible machines how to be flexible.

I think I do pretty well with child characters. It's hard to write kids that are realistic, not annoying, and bring something to the story.

The essential thing is to work in a state of mind that approaches prayer.

I don't support an amnesty.(Cornyn) demands an ongoing focus on security and workplace enforcement before considering steps to grant legal status, let alone citizenship.

All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself.

There was a "We" and hope, but nothing after.

You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.

I'm a health-food junkie, so all of my food is a splurge, money-wise!