When inspiration comes life is lived in the moment and peace descends. When inspiration leaves thoughts turn to violently killing time
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Who can describe Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies! Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds, The sum of all their follies, and their falsehoods.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
Perhaps art is a quest for the perfect, or even the imperfect. Reality always falls short on both sides.
The right to free speech is important but it isn't as important as 'we're all human beings together, let's find solutions together. '
My readers are 90 percent gay, and it's who I write for. I am not here to entertain straight people.
I'm married to the theater but my mistress is the films.