The still watersWrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clearCellophane I cannot crack.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Dying is an art.Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.

They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962

Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

27. TreesI shall say absolutely nothing about the spindle tree.

We must make the choices that enable us to fulfill the deepest capacities of our real selves.

Remember, the IDF, the Israeli Defense Forces, have a working relationship with the Palestinian Authority security forces, which have been incredibly professional.

Vengeance is not the point change is. But the trouble is that in most people's minds the thought of victory and the thought of punishing the enemy coincide.

Depression is the flaw in love. There's no such thing as love without the anticipation of loss. And that specter of despair can be the engine of intimacy.

When we have done our very, very best, papa, and that is not enough, then I think the right time must have come for asking help of others.

People call me fat, but I don't care. I don't want to starve myself cause I am beautiful the way I am.

Never think of your car as a cold machine, but as a hot-blooded horse.

Sometimes when you get in a fight with a skunk, you can't tell who started it.

I see the hitter when he's moved in the box, like when he's moved closer to the plate or changed his stance. I see when the batter has moved his feet, and then I make my own adjustment.