The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

I tasted life.

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.