So the self under the eye lies, Attendant and withdrawn.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Love is the essence of life and ultimate attractive energy behind all creation.

He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

I think in life, the sense of humor and comedy always exists.

If the art of ship-building were in the wood, ships would exist by nature.

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

We all experienced people putting us down and people saying we couldn't do it. We overcame it.

If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.

I think people enjoy finding out something genuinely new.

All work and no play may make Jim a dull boy, but no work and all play makes Jim all kinds of a jackass.

This child, who is grasping the stone, facing the tank, is it not the greatest message to the world when that hero becomes a martyr? We are proud of them.