There comes a point in a relationship when you realize that you trust someone enough to let them keep their secrets.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

The older I get, the less time I want to spend with the part of the human race that didn't marry me.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.

Grammar is not a set of arbitrary rules; it is a compact between people who wish to understand each other.