“Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid of love, I who love love?.. Why was I born without a skin, O God, th...”

“Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've gotnowhere. Where everyone lands in the end, even if most of the suckers won't admit it.”

“It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want a...”

“Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for time.”

“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you cant see this house. Youd never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldnt see but a few feet ahead. I didnt...”

“There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.”

“Each stage of your lifeis like petals of a flower... unfolding and opening until it comes to full bloom...You will blossom and then you die...But know that this is not your ending.”

“What made the difference between choosing to die and deciding to live?Was it the weight of sadness that buckled them over and dragged them away from all sane, rational thoughts with an anchor of ho...”

“When you die you will not bring any possessions, but you will be accompanied by the song up into heaven”

“And there was never a better time to delve for pleasure in language than the sixteenth century, when novelty blew through English like a spring breeze. Some twelve thousand words, a phenomenal numb...”

“O! Learn to read what silent love hath writ:to hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”