I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I graduated first in my class from alibi school.

You must never leave me Sweetness. I will never leave you.

Since September 11th Congress has created the Department of Homeland Security, more than doubled the homeland security budget and implemented a bipartisan overhaul of our intelligence systems.

Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

What history teaches us is that neither nations nor governments ever learn anything from it.

When I came to America in the '60s, it was the place to be. I wonder if I'd come here today.

The stories we love best do live in us forever.

According to federal reports filed yesterday, the Obama campaign spent more money than they raised in the month of May. They spent more money than they raised? Well, that's called being a Democrat

Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.

Everyone has Love towards some thing or other, and that Love is a spark of the Divine; everyone has ultimately to base his life on some one Truth; that Truth is God.

Fold and live to fold again.