You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".

Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.