I am at the gates of my own destruction.(Or so I'm told.)

you saywe were nevermeant for this vowed life, golden bands of only us, and deathdo us part. you say love like it's held in quotation marks, that this union soured before it started.

the mind is a treasuretrove, an almanac, a tomb.

I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

God, is there no faith left?He has not told. I would not know Him if I saw Him.

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin sings when the lunar fervor unfurls across its follicles.

The manager with the in-basket problem does not yet understand that he must discipline himself to take care of activities that fail to excite him.

Imagination has a great deal to do with winning.

Public sentiment is everything. With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.

Everybody was happy my brother was locked up. Not me because I know what it feels like to be in there. It ain't made for everybody, but I knocked a lot of blocks down.

Most ideas are step-by-step children of other ideas.

I'm even embarrassed at times when my friends come upon my pictures.

Those who practice deserve your respect. If you respect them, you respect yourself. It's easy to be critical, but it does no good. What's important is to be supportive of all who practice.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

With a nation at war against terrorism and our men and women on the front line defending our homeland from abroad, resources need to be prioritized and allocated properly.

I've always lived in the same way.