You left when I said I was curious – I never said I was brave.

Well, you know, you get wiped-out. And the deeper the wipe-out gets, the deeper the reluctance to use ornament or to use any of the other facilities that brought you to the wipe-out. See, if you never get wiped-out then the natural assumption is the things you’re doing are right.

We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever.

Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.

Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.