Let our scars fall in love.

Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.

It is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.

Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now.

Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone.

The first step in the journey is to lose your way.