I probably spend six hours on just my mascara. I like to get that "Hi I want to ******* kill you" look.
Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.
Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.
Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.
It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.
I close my eyes, and think of water.
Experience does not give you wisdom, it gives you habits.
This bill [Immigration Reform and Control act of 1986] is a gamble, a riverboat gamble. There is no guarantee that employer sanctions will work or that amnesty will work. We are headed into uncharted waters.
Found myself screaming in a hotel room. I didn't want to self-destruct.
That's a big nose," he croaked and instantly realized he shouldn't have said something so impolite. I must be light headed, e thought. But the face smiled. The teeth seemed inordinatley white against the dark beard and skin. The only one I have," he said.