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

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.

If seek the light of knowledge of God, we know how to live.

It’s whatever the majority deems it to be. It’s not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it’s the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole.

We keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults until we at last come to look upon them as virtues.

The honest poor can sometimes forget poverty. The honest rich can never forget it.

Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.

The I is always in the field of the Other.

I'm a journalist and that's what I do.

It's like holding a hot coal in your hand, it just burns you, it doesn't do me any good.

I love running dresses! I need to make working out as enjoyable as possible, and a cute outfit is definitely part of that.

Kensington Market is a must visit place in Toronto.