The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.

The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving...

The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers, The water is held in its arms And the sky is held in the water. What is water, That pours silver, And can hold the sky?

The world turns softly / Not to spill its lakes and rivers.

Your choice is to be active or passive in your responses.

No phone. No pool. No pets. No cigarettes. Ultimate freedom... No longer to be poisoned by civilization, he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become Lost in the Wild.

Both parties deprecated war; but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive; and the other would accept war rather than let it perish. And the war came.

The Internet has established a public sphere and developed a pressure which the government can no longer ignore.

My earliest poems sing of the absolute necessity of allowing love to invade and pervade one's life. That can make the miracle happen in reality. Try it.

George Carlin put it best. He said, "My old act was so easy to do because there was so little of me in it."

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries, unite!

Don't you think that it is necessary to have a sense of brutality in photography?

I think parents today are looking for meaningful things for their kid. It's about feeding them something with meaning.