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

Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.

Many leaves one tree.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.

I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.

And the tree was happy.

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

It’s all the same to the clam.

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.

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

How much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners.

Music soothes my savage beast. I got a beast in me running wild.

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?

We’re not savages. We’re English.

No nation, savage or civilized, save only the United States of America, has confessed its inability to protect its women save by hanging, shooting, and burning alleged offenders

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

I’m sure you’re very nice, but you’d be even nicer if you went away.

There is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.