“If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.”

“If the sun rolled back like an eye,it would see the mind of God.”

“There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.”

“Consider the road, long and forkedas the Devils own tongue.Consider the Devil, burningevery bridge; Placingin every tree a black bird. In every bird a black thought.”

“Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.”

“Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats--each of ...”

“Every springI hear the thrush singingin the glowing woodshe is only passing through.His voice is deep,then he lifts it until it seemsto fall from the sky.I am thrilled.I am grateful.Then, by the en...”

“The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.”

“A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.”

“My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names.I pointed to my right breast. This is Danger. Then my left. And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them according...”

“After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, "You named your breasts?"I turned my back to him with a shrug. "I named my ovaries, too, but they don't get out as much.”

“The log officer handed me a pair of examination gloves. Pink. Everyone else wore red or black.Thanks. I glanced at her name tag. Officer Kennedy.Youre welcome. They support breast cancer awareness....”

“Why, I've been all over the world, I tell you, and fairly loafed and lolled in every conceivable sort of ease and luxury, but the Soul of methe wild, restless, breathless, discontented soul of mene...”

“In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.”

“Touch with your heart more than with your hands.”