I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

None of us know where our stories come from. That's why writers make fun of people who ask us where we get our ideas... because we don't know.

I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.

If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that, and she whispers, 'By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. My beloved is mine and I am his.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

Too soon, the sun will rise.