I'm going for something very raw and organic.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
I want to see an end to sovereign risk questions over Australia.
Knowing that everything comes to an end is a gift of experience, a consolation gift for knowing that we ourselves are coming to an end. Before we get it we live in a continuous present, and imagine the future as more of that present. Happiness is endless happiness, innocent of its own sure passing. Pain is endless pain.
These people are trying to shake the will of the Iraqi citizens, and they want us to leave. . . I think the world would be better off if we did leave.
I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.