“She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.”

If you’re silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

You heard me. You ain’t blind.

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Truth is a letter from courage!

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

I don’t know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I have come to know by experience that work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find. I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.

I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

Death: the only true emotion felt in an apathetic world.

A joyous person abounds with energy and feels buoyant, because he or she is running a higher frequency current of energy through his or her system.

I want people to feel like they can do anything.

I have a love-hate relationship with losing. I hate how it makes me feel, which is basically sick. But I love what it brings out.

All the time I feel I must justify my existence.

I always feel like I’m the one with everything to prove.

I feel I can still do the same job as I did 10 years ago – I’ve just got a few more wrinkles!

The only problems I’ve ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.