Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones.
The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.