...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

God wants us to do everything according to His plan

Maybe true travel is not the transportation of the body, but a change of perception, renewing the mind.

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

Besides, she was alone and those who drink alone, she decided, had no need of any impediments to the pure act of consumption.

Nature reacts not only to physical disease but also to moral weakness when the danger increases she gives us greater courage.

Defeat is worse than death because you live with defeat.

Sing Me no songs tell me no tales cry me no tears, but remember me kindly.

If you offer them some sugarcane, even elephants can do this, sometimes on the first try.

It's hard for me to climb things. That's why I always play Assassin's Creed because it gets me feeling like I can.

Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.