“Its voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help,and how you see Deaths fingersbut always think theyre paintbrushes.”

“I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.”

“When I wake from my nightmaresIm more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.”

“But nobody writes fairy talesabout the ugly and poemsare not there for the brokenand I will never find myselfin the words of a hymnnor will any whispered prayerever say my name(which name, which me...”

“I want her sinful arms wrapped around me,bloodied and angry and triumphant in shame.”

“In July I thinkabout the idea of being cursed(because its not strange to me;when I look in mirrors Imnot there, blank walls gleamingwith bloody condensation,and my shadow behind memocking me with h...”

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

“Youll get over it Its the clichs that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You dont get over it because it is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are ...”

“Its the same with people who say, Whatever doesnt kill you makes you stronger. Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesnt kill you maims you, cripples you, l...”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”

“No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know ..." He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled hair off his face."To know ...”

“In his arms Ive finally found the place Ive been looking for, where fear cant touch me, where memories cant reach, where the past is forgotten and the present is enough. Where the present is, in fa...”

“Our relationship with the world can only be better when we know ourselves well!”