stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands.

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.

They are trying to take you back from me now, and they will—but only for a brief, little while—

Maybe I'm too late to be your first. But right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last.

Between cowardice and despair valour is gendered.

All I can say is if the part doesn't delight me in some way, or I can't feel any compassion for it, I just can't do it.

The fundamental idea of design is to make the world a better place.

For everyone, well-being is a journey. The secret is committing to that journey and taking those first steps with hope and belief in yourself.

We are not responsible for what we do; we are ignorant of our acts until we accomplish them.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

Is politics nothing other than the art of deliberately lying?