When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.

Egyptian Proverb: The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.