Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in my words.

Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.

Their raspy kisses brand our jam tart necks, their treacherous miasma clasps our herbal thighs. Motherlessly we surrender, too many fathers we have, we, your daughters of joy.

How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end.

Man loves little and often woman much and rarely.

You've got to take the initiative and play your game ... confidence makes the difference.

Tomorrow is Election Day. That's the day we Americans wake up, consider our options, and then remember we didn't register to vote.

Positively dealing with the unexpected by looking for solutions, not excuses, is the choice you need to make.

I have complete faith in the American people's ability if they know and if they have leadership.

How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?

No one should teach who is not in love with teaching.

Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other.

When you think about people, you give them power.