...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

And suddenly everything, absolutely everything, was there.

You don't have to turn on the TV set. You don't have to work on the Internet. It's up to you.

If we try to deny the darkness in our souls then we'll become completely dark.

And they were all, when their souls grew warm, poets.

Love is easy, and I love writing.