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.

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.

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.

See me just as I see you.

Try to keep your mind. Try not to eat bad, try not to wake up with too bad of a hangover.

Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.

Whatever the details of union may be, there's no doubt we need more policy coordination in Europe.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

The ruling class is and will continue to be the class of decision makers

The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man.

I never fit in. I am a true alternative. And I love being the outcast. That's my role in life, to be an outcast.

One man with truth on his side is stronger than a majority in error, and will conquer in the end.

The best moments in my life are just before going to bed. Those are my happiest moments.