Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
Go pump some neurons. Expand your craniums
You know the difference between a tornado and divorce in the south? Nothing! Someone is losing a trailer.
The idea of being a character who is kind of isolated, I can relate to that.
I was once walking in an airport and a woman came up to me and said, 'Be zany!'. That'd be like walking up to Baryshikov and going, 'Plie! Just do a plie! Do it! Do a releve right now! Lift my wife!'
When my friends and I played cowboys and Indians, I was always the Chinese railroad worker.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
The bride, white of hair, is stooped over her cane Her faltering footsteps need guiding. While down the church aisle, with wan toothless smile, The groom in a wheelchair comes riding. And who is this elderly couple you ask? You'll find, when you've closely explored it, That here is that rare, most conservative pair, Who waited 'til they could afford it.
We study there a lot because. . . what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.
But I would say, you know, if you're getting married - why are you getting married? Why would you get married? Why would anybody get married?
I am a part of everything that I have read.