The unknowable creates the greatest controversies.
People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
. . . the man of my dreams is a girl.
Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.
Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you. " "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely. " First, last, and always.
Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.
A story really isn't truly a story until it reaches its climax and conclusion.
Music, to me, is not math or science. It is a language.
Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.
In Russia all people enjoy the equal rights, including homosexuals.