Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?

My tongue was handed down to meby datus and katipuneros. The truth ismy mouth is a battlefield thatyou wouldn’t know how to fight in.

I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice, but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.

Even through the smoke, you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.

You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.

Don't matter if you believe in them or not. If they're there, they're there, ' Mrs. Phipps said.

Life is not about how long you live or how much you experience. Life is about how you choose to live it and what you experience.

Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse retailing her ancient divinations to a long since converted public.

Others may argue about whether the world ends with a bang or a whimper. I just want to make sure mine doesn't end with a whine.

The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.

If we ignore it the truth that God is love may slyly come to mean for us the converse, that love is God.

It's fun making new skills for new characters.

If the term discussion has always seemed to me to imply mild warnings of wasted time, workshop sets off a clangorous alarm.

In going to America one learns that poverty is not a necessary accompaniment to civilization.

In the heart of man, there is a constant conflict between the flesh and the spirit.