“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

Everything in life is writable.

I woke to the sound of rain.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

If you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up.

Prostitution gives her an opportunity to meet people. It provides fresh air and wholesome exercise, and it keeps her out of trouble.

Environmental laws were not passed to protect our air and water, they were passed to get votes.

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

Loving you was grey you were never really here, never really away, I was always there always in reach but you were somewhere in the air.

air castles are often within our grasp late in life, but then they charm not.

Love is in the air everywhere I look around. Love is in the air every sight and every sound.

I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.