We are minor in everything but our passions.
The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
Since when was genius found respectable?
Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.
I'm kind of a recluse when it comes to going outside.
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.
Every decision you make is a mistake.
Browning's tragedies are tragedies without villains.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
Art is vice. You don't wed it, you rape it.
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
your brain is wider than the sky
Till I loved I never lived.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul...
