without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.