Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.

Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.

If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

What is remembered is not a deed in stone but a metaphor. Meta = above. Pheren = to carry. That which is carried above the literalness of life. A way of thinking that avoids the problems of gravity. The word won't let me down. The single word that can release me from all that unuttered weight.

We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.

The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.