He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.

there are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies.

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine.

I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.

Nowhere hidden has ever turned away a goodheart guest.

Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.

No bacon for you.""Then no eggs for you. Either of you."Eve glowered at him. "Prisoner exchange?"They glared at each other, then swapped pans and started scooping.

The only way to be turned off to being famous is to be famous.

Slavery always has, and always will produce insurrections wherever it exists, because it is a violation of the natural order of things.

Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.

Latinos are disproportionately more likely to be injured on the job than other ethnic groups.

I've been so lonely for long periods of my life that if a rat walked in I would have welcomed it.

It's not a model if it's full-scale, Tomkinson, it's an icebreaker.

Human beings are endowed by nature with both selfish and unselfish impulses.

In the long run, truth is aided by nothing so much as by opposition.

It is not as if our homeopathic brothers are asleep: far from it, they are awake - many of them at any rate - to the importance of the scientific study of disease.