At some time in their careers, most good historians itch to write a history of the world, endeavor to discover what makes humanity the most destructive and creative of species.
An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.
The fog comes on little cat feet.
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
The woman named Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and takes her time
Chloe Honum's brilliant first book The Tulip-Flame traces an identity forming within radically divergent but interlocking systems: a family traumatized by the mother's suicide, a failed relationship, the practice of ballet, a garden-each strict, exacting. And with 'a crow's sky-knowing mind,' Honum in every case transfigures emotion by way of elegant language and formal restraint. Chloe Honum is 'one astounding flame' of a poet, and I predict a long-lasting one.
I was condemned to be beheaded, or burnt, as the king pleased; and he was graciously pleased, from the great remains of his love, to choose the mildest sentence.
When I'm aggressive and physically feel pretty good, I'm hard to stop.
When virtues are pointed out first, flaws seem less insurmountable.