I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.

Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say ‘Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard.

Physics depends on a universe infinitely centred on an equals sign.

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.