“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again”

“Every night, and every morn,
Some to misery are born.
Every morn, and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to endless night.”

“Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were.
It hasn’t happened this morning, either.”

“So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!”

“Every morning I take out my bankbook, stare at it, shudder — and turn quickly to my typewriter.”

“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.”

“Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.”

“2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.”

“Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.”

“I cut a hole in my heart and wrote with the blood.”