There’s a deal to be learned in a midnight walk When you take it all alone. If a gentleman’s with you, it’s talk, talk, talk. You’ve no eyes and mind of your own.

The human heart is an ancient beast that roars and purrs with the same passions, whatever labels we may give them.

of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment. Betelgeuse

cessation is the ultimate nature of all things, and that any dynamism, wherever in time it may fall, however briefly, is cause for celebration.

In the act of living, you come to dream different dreams, value different values, love different loves.

If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.

To hold space for complexity, to resist the violence of containing and classifying what transcends familiar labels, takes patience and a certain kind of moral courage,

It seems to be difficult for anyone to take in the idea that two truths cannot conflict.

At watershed moments of upheaval and transformation, we anticipate with terror the absence of the familiar parts of life and of ourselves that are being washed away by the current of change. But we fail to envision the unfamiliar gladnesses and gratifications the new tide would bring, the unfathomed presences, for our imaginations are bounded by