I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Learning is not the accumulation of knowledge, but rather, one thing only: understanding

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.