“A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls.”

I told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.

We are ugly but we have the music.

I’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

Here’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

Please make me empty, if I’m empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I’m not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

Do not be a magician – be magic!

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.

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

Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

Everything has a crack in it; that’s how the light gets in.

Ah, grief makes us precise!