“And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.”

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

It’s all the same to the clam.

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.

I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

He wasted his wishes on wishing.

I am writing these poems From inside a lion.

I am a real ham. I love an audience. I work better with an audience. I am dead, in fact, without one.

And remember, nobody’s feelings are more important than your own, so take time to love yourself.

He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influences and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror.

Cary Grant is the only actor I ever loved in my whole life.

Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.

I believe that love cannot be bought except with love.

They told me never fall in love, it never works out in your favor. You’re way too young, and right now that’s just human nature.