My daughters been picked up so many times she's starting to grow handles
Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]
No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.
Through all the windows I only see infinity.
Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.
Write what you love. Love will hold you through the hard times and hold the world during the good times.
Men should never give up. I never do. I would hate to lose.
Do not stop thinking of life as an adventure. You have no security unless you can live bravely, excitingly, imaginatively; unless you can choose a challenge instead of competence.
The mother of the year should be a sterilized woman with two adopted children
If somebody's pointing a trembling finger at your pants and saying you shouldn't be doing that, follow that finger back, go up the arm and look at the head that's behind it, because there's almost always something fairly woolly in there.