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

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.

“Everybody gives you belief for the asking,” she said to David, “and so few people give you anything more to believe in than your own belief—just not letting you down, that's all. It's so hard to find a person who accepts responsibilities beyond what you ask.' 'So easy to be loved - so hard to love.' David answered.

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

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

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.