Upstairs on a bus! It’s Unbelievable

Do not throw me out. Please.

Don't even try making out I’m making this up. I’ve got proof. Evidence.

Remember that we always love and think of you. Always. Mother.

Why won’t you help me?
You have to able to manage on your own.

What I want is irrelevant. This is your life, Faith.

A town teeming with life. Full to overflowing. And every day, the good people counted their blessings. Every single one…

Eva: I don't want any tea.
Lil: Don’t make me have it on my own.

Cheer up and give them out there a good reason to be happy.

Always make time to eat. Always. There’s enough starving children in the world without adding to their number

You mustn’t throw them away. Let me have them.

I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.

commitment stays on, both in good and in bad, for better for worste

Foreign policy simply cannot be judged by today's headlines that chalk up victories and defeats like so many box scores in the sports sections.

I saw a limit to what I was giving as kind of a scam I was running on the KGB, by giving them people that I knew were their double agents fed to us.

I love the fact that this art might somehow affect the way people see, and thus open a window on the world.

I worked there [on Pontiac] three weeks, got really sick of it, went back home and joined the Air Force.

You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down.

I was so unhealthy as a child, and at least three or four times my parents were told to get ready, that I would not make it.

It’s hard to look in charge when you’re hunched over like Quasimodo.

I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.