A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time.

And now the question: what do we do with the longing for what can destroy us?

Why are you not where you belong? / A black hat on a hook says nothing. / Ashes mirror ashes / In a mirroring window.

I say every dog looks like no other but that isn't true. Not entirely. Difference is slippery.

The wheel begins its only if turning. / It had never stopped. / This is life's bargain that motion / Is hope.

What is desire but the hard wire argument given to the mind's unstoppable mouth

To say you loved a person. / To say that person no longer exists. / A tragic flawed fate going on and on and on.

You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away.

I say every dog looks like no otherbut that isn't true. Not entirely.Difference is slippery.

I can't allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.

the ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.

To us Germans everything is religion. What we do we do not merely with our hands and brains, but with our hearts and souls. This has often become a tragic fate for us.

You know, I do speak the Queens English. It's just the wrong Queens that's all. It's over the 59th Street Bridge. It's not over the Atlantic Ocean.

Prayer isn't where we change God, but He changes us. Instead of praying for OUR desires, let's pray He burden us with HIS.

There is something wrong with our world, something fundamentally and basically wrong.

Some jobs are just too hideous to contemplate.

I take a lot of pride in the work I do, because people pay to see me. They've go to get babysitters, park their car, get popcorn and candy. I've got to be conscious of that.

All the bloomy flush of life is fled.

My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.