“How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.”

“So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.”

“The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.”

“We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulness of merely living.”

“Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.”

“Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.”

“Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them. ”