We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.