To her friends said the Bright one in chatter, "I have learned something new about matter: My speed was so great, Much increased was my weight, Yet I failed to become any fatter!"

There was a young lady named Bright, Whose speed was far faster than light; She set out one day In a relative way, And returned on the previous night.

When nations grow old the Arts grow coldAnd commerce settles on every tree

You have the Answer. Just get quiet enough to hear it. ~Pat Obuchowski

And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

The function of art is to free the spirit of man and to invigorate and enlarge his vision.

You shouldn't have to leave your neighborhood to live in a better one.

Tragedy is what happens to me; comedy is what happens to you.

A person susceptible to "wanderlust" is not so much addicted to movement as committed to transformation.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

I want young people to be hesitant to glorify war and to demand of their leaders justification for the sacrifices they ask of our citizens.