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

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

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

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.

When you stop looking over your shoulder, you shall see that the future is way nicer than the past.

If this is a smart world then I want to be stupid.

She was not filled up with the sight of him, the way she had seen her sisters fill up, like silk balloons, like wineskins. Instead, he seemed to land heavily within her, like a black stone falling.

It is easier to catch flies with honey than with vinegar.

You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility Young people hereabouts unbridled now Just want.

As long as you know you gave whatever you did 100% you're considered a winner in my book.

Our rulers for more than half a century have made sure that we are never to be told the truth about anything that our government has done to other people, not to mention our own.

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

The fundamental landscape of biology is undergoing a major upheaval, much as it did in the first decades of the 20th Century. This upheaval will take time to fully reveal its implications.

I lived my life where I didn't have anything. I lived my life where people picked on me. Now that I am in a different light, I appreciate every moment of it.