It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.

There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?