Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can have a word with him?

Na, it’s not about what I say; It’s about what I can’t express in words.

It’s all talk til it’s all real walk.

So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

Not everyone who commits a crime is a criminal.

The baby understands that its mother loves it. […] Words have their origin in baby talk, so words have their origin in love.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic, the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,That is,...

Cynthia had been on friendly terms with an eccentric librarian called Porlock who in the last years of his dusty life had been engaged in examining old books for miraculous misprints such as the substitution...