No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft.
A girl can dream, can realize, high on heroines, that she is mortal and therefore fearless; that sanity supplies the ground bass to the wildest singing; that breezes made visible make the finest winds.
Possible, unthinkable, the cricket’s tiny back as I lie on the lawn in the dark, my heart a blue cup fallen from someone’s hands.
You can't teach an old dogma new tricks.
If we live based on the judgments of critics, we may never experience results.