While most girls run away from home to marry, I ran away to teach.
I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
I think genius can have a lot to do with nerve. And permission.
For liberals, religion and politics mix as long as the results support their cause.
Anytime something becomes widely condemned and taboo, it will be eroticized.
I made nepotism an art form, so I get to work with a lot of relatives and they're part of it.