Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.

Rather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as sweet.

Although I try / to hold the single thought / of Buddha's teaching in my heart, / I cannot help but hear / the many crickets' voices calling as well.

The one close to me now; even my own body--these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions.

Watching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.

In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.

When my desiregrows too fierceI wear my bed clothesinside out, dark as the night’s rough husk.

I knew in that moment that everything happens for a reason, but we can’t always know the reason when the journey begins. Some things we can only understand at the end of our journey.

Dear Clutch, I hope I see you again. Here's my number if you want to call. Thanks for last night. Your human is nice. ~D

Wall Street has too much wealth and political power.

One thing the blues ain't, is funny.

You can't see the glory of life if you haven't seen the dark side of life.

Mania starts off fun, not sleeping for days, keeping company with your brain, which has become a wonderful computer, showing 24 TV channels all about you. That goes horribly wrong after awhile.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks.

One of the very important ideas of feminism for me has always been women helping and supporting each other.

Cannibalism is a radical but realistic solution to the problem of overpopulation.

You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.