“Her eyes are my favorite book to read.”

A sky is full of stars. Still, I am gazing at her eyes.

I still find myself searching the crowds for your face.

Even our shadows were made for each other.

Even the flowers are jealous of the curves of her body.

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.

To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer – not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.

I write books I’d enjoy reading, I’m the reader standing behind my shoulder.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

Every time you finish a book, you have a terrible feeling that there’s just never going to be another one. But fortunately, so far, the next one has always shown up.

The graveyard is the richest place on the surface of the earth because there you will see the books that were not published, ideas that were not harnessed, songs that were not sung, and drama pieces that were never acted.

I love books and going to bookstores. My favorite sound is the sound of the needle hitting the record.

No one has been a greater botanist or zoologist. No one has written more books, more correctly, more methodically, from personal experience. No one has more completely changed a whole science and started a new epoch.