there are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies.

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine.

I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.

Nowhere hidden has ever turned away a goodheart guest.

Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.

I believe it is possible to make magic every day.

The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.

A society deadened by a smothering network of laws while finding release in moral chaos is not likely to be either happy or stable.

Wherever I am, I think it's my show.

Hard times build determination and inner strength. Through them we can also come to appreciate the uselessness of anger.

I have a very, very good relationship with 10 percent of the audience. The only purpose of art is intimacy. That's the only point.

Chelsea are up there with best teams in the world,and let's hope United can join us in quarter-finals.

I have finally figured out that the purpose of life is to enjoy it.

People make fun of what I'm eating because they can tell I hate it. They know I am not happy eating healthy food. I look miserable - I look like I would rather be eating something else.

A beautiful life does not just happen; it is built.