I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.

To stand still is the cruelest exile.

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!