...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
~ John Geddes
...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...
...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness
...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...
...each person is required to ask, 'what is my authority?' - on what do you base your decisions? if it's yourself, then you are without excuse...
...what makes a writer a prophet is his ability to speak truth...
...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
...I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face...
...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...
Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....
...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...
...when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...
...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...
...I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme?...
...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...
...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...
...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...
...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...
I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...
...when you look at the stars, you should tremble - only dullards have become callous to this frisson ...
....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
yes, writing is mostly a dream, but angels visit in dreams
...true love is my religion...
...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...
...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
