To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.

And in time it will be as though men had never come to this perfect corner of the world-never called it paradise on earth, never despoiled it with their dream factories; and in the golden hush of the afternoon all that will be heard will be the flittering of dragonflies, and the murmur of hummingbirds as they pass from bower to bower, looking for a place to sup sweetness.

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

Midian is where the monsters go.

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.