“Who could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.”

Only one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.

We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

I am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

I’m planning a catastrophe.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

First of all, nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you were naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

Then let’s be quiet together.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?

Well, I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

When I speak to kids I tell them, ‘Hey, you think your parents are a pain in the ass now, but they’re going to get smarter as you get older.’

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

The quality of place, the reaction to immediate contact with earth and growing things that have a fugal relationship with mountains and sky, is essential to the integrity of our existence on this planet.

Having grown up in a segregated environment in the south I know what it’s like to be stepped on, I know what it’s like also to see some black hero do well in the face of adversity.

Confidence? Are you kidding me? I mean, please. Look, some players grow up and play like that. I remember losing junior matches. Just being down 5-2 in the third, and they all just start slapping shots.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

If I were asked to what the singular prosperity and growing strength of Americans ought mainly to be attributed, I should reply: To the superiority of their women.