My Personalityunfolding before youlike a Swiss Army knife.

How to Write a PoemCatch the airaround the butterfly.

Often I Wish I Werea potato.Eyes openedin all directions.Unafraid of the cold earth.The differencebetween life and deathfor somebody.

Now we go in and take over, " answered A. "It's our duty to help these people.

The world we write is but a dappled expression of the one in which we live.

I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

I've nothing against people. Just a***oles. But then, most people are.

The gods grant nothing more than life, So let us reject whatever lifts us To unbreathable heights, Eternal but flowerless.

I am thinking by what long discipline and at what cost a man learns to speak simply at last.

Friendship needs no words-it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

I couldn't live on the singing at first, so I worked as a cleaner, in a launderette, in a garage, face painting and doing the windows of shops at Christmas, 'cause I had been to art college.

Bert's wallet is like an onion. Any time he opens it, he starts crying.

Be passionate, be optimistic, be grateful.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.