“A year already separates us; I don’t want miles between us too.”

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.

Every word you say to me is forever a gift and I never forget the present.

What is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?

We are built on a foundation of facades.

Our love cannot be contained within a photograph.

You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.

Without you, I’m lost.

Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.

An angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.

If creativity calls, you answer. Otherwise, the words are lost to you forever.

Kiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.

To leap or to fall: that is love’s question.

Constricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.

Together we traced daydreams on each other’s skin, kisses our paintbrush.

It’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.

A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.

The shortest distance to leadership is service.

You needn’t be so scared. Love doesn’t end. Just because we don’t see each other.

A great stench will come from Lausanne, but they will not know its origin; they will put out all people from distant places, fire seen in the sky, a foreign nation defeated.

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.

At night I sit in my chamber and read the bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down and think for a long time about the calm and pale man from Nazareth.