No one knows ish about ish, though some ish does get much closer to the real ish.

I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there.

I run in practically every single road race in my country, 5k, 10k just to promote the sport.

What we take from the spirit world is only a reflection of what lies inside ourselves.

A store in Houston is selling Donald Trump piñatas filled with candy. So finally something good is going to come out of Donald Trump.

I hate, simply, to work. I just hate to work, period. I am profoundly slothful. Practically inert.

I am a complete, mature, self-sufficient being.

What I liked about American movies when I was a kid was that they're sort of larger than life and I think I'm still suffering from that reaction.

No one hates his job so heartily as a farmer.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

I back away from negativity - there's too much in this world, and I don't want to be around it.