“The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life.”
“My hush is lush. It’s drunk on its own greenness, just as I’m drunk on my blue silence. What would you say if I asked you to turquoise?”
“It's unpleasantly like being drunk." "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "You ask a glass of water.”
“And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!”
“There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.”
“You are not too old and it is not too lateto dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret.”