Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

My objection to Liberalism is this that it is the introduction into the practical business of life of the highest kind namely, politics of philosophical ideas instead of political principles.

The ones who are in the Senate have to have a position.

It's weird the way "finger puppet" sounds okay as a noun... ladies.

I was the youngest kid on my street, the youngest comic in the clubs. I always felt like I was playing catch-up. I was very angry.

I discover what my film is by embarking on the journey of making it.

The concept of life and perfection is incompatible. BUT so is death and perfection

Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) [Lat., Militat omnis amans.]

Everybody has fear. The difference is that the coward does not control fear and the brave... gets over it.

What happens in the heart simply happens.

A multitude of words is no proof of a prudent mind.