“Breathe, Newberry. If you faint in the Blacksmith’s laboratory, only the stars above know what might be grafted to your body when you wake up.”

“i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.”

“The Coming of LightEven this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air.Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.”

“You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?”

“When you wake up with a smile on your face, you know you have done something right in your life.”

“Like a ghost that dances on the tip of a lit cigarette,I know what romance is, but it hasn't happened yet.Watch it floating up to heaven only knows,Disappearing before you get too close-It's only smoke. You might say a flame was burning, only smoke--but my heart is more discerning, I keep dreaming of a fireBut when I wake up to the cold--It's only smoke.Eyes are hypnotizing when they hold you within their embrace.Words are mezmerizing even when they've got nothing to say.The game is charming in an empty kind of way.What's the harm in asking me to play?It's only smoke. You might say a flame was burning, only smoke--but my heart is more discerning, I keep dreaming of a fireBut when I wake up to the cold--It's only smoke.”