Weeping for the dead's a waste of breath -they're lucky, they can't die again.

I have always disliked the idea of an arts ghetto in which poetry is kept on a life-support system.

Not becoming 'something' scares me the most. I just want to be remembered for something great.

The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.

Articulation is the tongue-tied's fighting.

I always like to be somebody scary. When I was little, my mom used to make our costumes. She's really creative and would make us great costumes without having to spend a lot.

Our heads will happen cold when this is found.

Exploration is a dirty game.

Loving is like any other art-craft where the masters have carefully practiced and where the novices have languished in their carelessness.

Language most shows a man speak that I may see thee.

Music is the emotional life of most people.

The idea of giving someone something that I got, that makes me feel sad.

We are all gods, all forces of nature. We can destroy, we can build. We are like oceans and like fires.

You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

With the right to vote, our choice should be for the Holy Spirit to lead us and guide us.

Watch over yourself. Be your own accuser, then your judge; ask yourself grace sometimes, and, if there is need, impose upon yourself some pain.