Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.

Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.

... silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.