Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose.

The only war is the war against the imagination.

I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life

More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild

In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love

More or Less Love Poems #11:No babeWe'd neverSwing together butthe syncopationwould be something wild

A good marksman may miss.

I hate it when bands change between records. They're thinking before they make music.

When it's your time, it is your time.

What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?

Next to me, Saiman smiled. "We all want what we can't have, Kate. I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

Why didn't Eternity have this deformed age aborted ? Its birthmark is the stamp of a newspaper, its medium is printer's ink, and in its veins flows ink.

You gotta win. That's all it takes.

I think you've got to take your time and make sure you're making choices that are smart for you.

That there is an evolution of one sort or another is now common ground among scientists. Whether or not that evolution is directed is another question.

What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!