Somebody who should have been born is gone. Yes, woman, such logic will lead to loss without death. Or say what you meant, you coward . . . this baby that I bleed.

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.

Love has no limitations. It cannot be measured. It has no boundaries. Although many have tried, love is indefinable.

Pruned my subconscious. Discovered new shoots.

Even knowledge has to be in the fashion, and where it is not, it is wise to affect ignorance.

The patient says, "Doctor, it hurts when I do this." "Then don't do that!"

The average human's fundamental project is to find someone else to blame for their problems.

When I became of service to other people I stopped worrying about my weight so much.

UN is made even more complex by the constant interplay of politics and bureaucracy and can certainly be bewildering for a novice.

I'm an actor first and foremost; it's my first love and passion.

Why is it such a big deal what I'm swimming?

I love having no sense of tomorrow or yesterday.