I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

We must dream our way.

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

Each hour, Each day

I need the sea because it teaches me

A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

Without music and dance, life is a journey through a desert.

I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.

A story untold could be the one that kills you.

I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.

My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.

When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.

The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.

Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.

Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.

She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.

There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.

But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.

There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.

I'd be a conservative if I'd never met any. They're selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.

Some things don’t mix. Some things don’t mix at all, but sometimes in life you have to take the risk.