Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

In a dream you are never eighty.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.

All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

O starry night, This is how I want to die