In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.

We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.

Everybody has to have their little tooth of power. Everybody wants to be able to bite.

Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.