Even the greatest of all strategists must occasionally take into account the presence of an enemy.
going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere
I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.
Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.
It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mind.
I drank that sentence and began to glow.
The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors. . . not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry. . . I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.
I go on stage, it's like I'm leading you into battle; you are not all going to be here at the end.
I love you if you love me.
That in the human plan nothing is worth the making if it does not make the man.
In the land of wild rivers, a calm river becomes either a god or a devil!