My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.

As a young man, Yeats spoke to me in a way I could understand. Shakespeare I couldn't understand, but Yeats I could. It was his subject matter and also I really admired the way he put his personal life on the line.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.