poetry

"He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written."

"With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love."

"A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is."

"I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I amconstantly shocking"

"So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept so lucidly,with hopes to stay this memory."

"Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life."

"And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!"

"Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."

"A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)"

"What if you slept?What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in you hand Ah, what then?"

"The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented."

"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered."

"I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words."

"no’ might make them angrybut it will make you free."

"If you are a dreamer come inIf you are a dreamer a wisher a liarA hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyerIf youre a pretender com sit by my fireFor we have some flax golden tales to spinCome in! Come in!"

"Every word was once a poem."

"To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry."

"There is another world, and it is in this one."

"Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature…."

"My hands will get dirty holding your rose-shaped heart, because love is like gardening—it’s earthy and takes work to keep it alive."