Man cannot live on bread alone; sometimes, he needs a malt.

Happiness isn't happiness.

Alms for the poor, alms for the poet.

It's the silence which gets us in the end.

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.

I burn, she steadies; my wild flame finds home in the shelter of her love.

Breadth of my love expands when I am with them.

“When I was small I was in love with everything. 
Now there’s only you.”

“I bear loyalty in one hand and longing in the other; I know who I am not, and from that knowing, I begin to become.”