A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say 'just wondering' when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.