I've sucked way too much cement for this year. Bad juju rising off them city sidewalks. I need to babble with a brook or two, inhale starlight, make friends with some trees.

Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.

Magic things are fond of deceptions.

Any half-awake materialist well knows - that which you hold holds you.

Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.