“I look up upon a sparsely starred abyssHaving wandered to this street cornerIn the middle of the nightWatching the cars and people go byWonderingIf this deep, black nothingnessIs the sum total of b...”

“What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.”

“You are my drug of choiceI know youre no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.”

“Call me obsessed, color me consumedIve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYouve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it ...”

“Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldnt be close enough to you.”

“Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.”

“The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.”

“Let me tell ya. You gotta pay attention to signs. When life reaches out with a moment like this it's a sin if you don't reach back... I'm telling you.”

“The two go hand in hand like a dance: chance flirts with necessity, randomness with determinism. To be sure, it is from this interchange that novelty and creativity arise in Nature, thereby yieldin...”

“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.”

“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

“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...”