Someone loves us all.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Open the book. (The gilt rubs off the edges of the pages and pollinates the fingertips.)

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.

Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?