That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

Do three things each night before you go to bed: read a poem, read a short story, read an essay.

If you have to ask yourself whether or not you love a girl or you love a boy, forget it. You don't.

Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me.

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.

If you have moved over vast territories and dared to love silly things, you will have learned even from the most primitive items collected and put aside in your life.

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.