The Saints come, as human as a mouth, with a bag of God in their backs, like a hunchback, they come, they come marching in.

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.

Blessing and obedience do comfortably and mysteriously coexist.

Just because you're sober, don't think you're a good driver, Cookie.

I wasn't really aware they were a religious organization for quite some time. But my grandparents were very devout and ran a Quaker meetinghouse and were missionaries at one point.

In their meditations, the high priests and priestesses of Atlantis had seen that the Atlantean civilization was going to end cataclysmically.

For nothing is more democratic than logic; it is no respecter of persons and makes no distinction between crooked and straight noses.

Pretty really comes from inner confidence; it's when you feel good about yourself.

I don't like writing with real people in mind.

We are the hero of our own story.

I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody's fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about.

The Gross National Product measures everything except that which makes life worthwhile.