Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you June.

although I love a rich life, I hate an overcrowded life. I believe in rumination and lose half the beauty of all things when I am deprived of the time to ruminate.

You fall in love with people's minds.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.