'Where is the sea?                    Wherever you sleep.
Walk to the edge where tired waves

snore on the shingle beach, leave
your wallet and phone on a rock, wade
up to your neck. Go under. Be sleep.'

'Finally they call upon me to tell them who I am, "Nothing yet, nothing yet"...'

'A word of warning: 
that morning when I sharpened a pencil and spelt it out in capital letters, 
I meant it.
And another thing, darling: 
as I ran
my gently trembling tongue along the gummed edge
of the envelope, I was smiling.'

'As they age, all things grow rigid and bright.
The streets fall nameless, and the knots untie.'

'In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs

In their dreams their brains took each other hostage.'

  

'When you come back you will not be you. 

And I may not be I.'

'and to walk in now
would be to walk in
on the ocean.'

  'Bar me and hold me and cling to my arm'

'A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.'

'Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you, it was half my fault and half the atmosphere'

'I may think of you softly from time to time.
But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.'

"dance and wail, dance and wail"

'Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.'

'Its spreading branches seemed to cast a light rather than a shade, and silver apples peeped out like stars from under every leaf.'

 

"Those are pearls that were his eyes"