To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Most women are one man away from welfare.

Hard work guarantees you nothing, but without it you don't stand a chance

To Ryuji the smile seemed as brittle as fine glass crystal and very dangerous

When deciding whether or not to go for your dream, remember that you don't need a bigger net, you just need bigger wings.

It’s you, ” she murmured, staring at his eyes, a fine, dove gray.He smiled. “Of course, it’s me. Let’s get you back to your boat.

In the Church, and in the journey of faith, women have had and still have a special role in opening doors to the Lord.

Slow but steady wins the race.

But what was the desire of the flesh beside the desire of the mind?

Maybe we should take a clue from FTP and put in an option like 'print hash marks on every 1024 iterations'.

What happened to Darling’s face? (Kiara) It got his. Repeatedly. (Syn)