What happens in the heart simply happens.

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.

Silence is golden...but in times of tyranny it is blood red

You're going to make the new friend impressedif you keep remember her when she'd forgotten.

There are plenty of good five-cent cigars in the country. The trouble is they cost a quarter. What the country really needs is a good five-cent nickle.

Each of us makes his own weather determines the color of the skies in the emotional universe which he inhabits.

When a wise man chooses a sane basis for his arguments, it is no great task to speak well.

Attitudes are every bit as important as aptitudes.

We'll get things done together. Democrats, Republicans, independents, we're going to make progress together when I'm president.

The object is that which is objected against me.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

It's a sin for a writer to go looking for camels to put into his or her pages. I only want details that are the story.