“Thoughts that we breathe and words that burn…”

“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”

“He thought of the feeling of receiving oxygen from a mask and the calming sensation it brought, partly because of the concentrated gas but partly too because he could hear his muffled lungs expelling their product within the mask, and it reminded him that he was breathing, that the gas was flowing at all times but most importantly at that moment, a constant and essential truth. His lips and lungs and teeth were witness to the passage of breath.”

“Friendships fail some years,blight twists the leaves and the crop is bitter.Frost bites or sudden fire devours:but the root lies sound and waits for better weather or a storm of sleet to scour the branches.Then we shall see another spring:a flare of green flame and flowers burning to fruit along the boughs.”

“His was a burning love, a fire that set my soul alight and weakened me with desire for him, for his arms, for his heart.”

“He breathed out, not quite a laugh or a sob. "God, yes. Bianca, I love you so much. Even if I never see you again, even if we walk out of here into an ambush you set up with your parents, I am always going to love you.”

“I know we only talked once-""But it meant something to you." Our eyes met for only an instant. "It meant something to me, too. I just didn't realize - Well, I thought it was only me.”