I wouldn't have thought of myself as a person who could guide anybody and then it turned out that I can.
All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.
Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.
Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.
Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears down his back. His name formed his core; ring upon ring of silence built around it. His face rose high above the forests. Gripped to earth, bending to the wind's fury, he disappeared within himself, behind the hard, wind-scrolled shield of his experiences.
Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.
Nothing is more alluring to a man than a woman who looks good in her jeans.
If you have reason to think that yesterday's forecast went wrong, there is no glory in sticking to it.
There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.
Daddy gave me real useful information to protect me in the real world. If anyone hits me, I'm not to hit them back. I wait until their back is turned, then hit them in the head with a brick.