There’s never any escape from anything at all. 

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.

Books. Cats. Life is good.

I wish I knew what to do with my life.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

“For you, a thousand times over.” Then I turned and ran. It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything alright. It didn’t make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. But I’ll take it. With open arms.”

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.

Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.