Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Males have been groomed since birth, according to the specifications of a sick and perverse society, to become instruments of war.

Good actions give strength to ourselves and inspire good actions in others.

We only truly discover who we really are in the face of tragedy and adversity, that being broken does not simply changes us, but reveals us!

For some reason, the women in my life have always been extremely powerful. I've learned a great deal from that. I've learned that we're all women when we're complete and we're all men.

We are increasing our efforts to attract the right kind of foreign investors through our various agencies.

It's hard being the guy that brings in a song, because you're very, you know, it can be something that you get too sensitive about.

Drawing - it's the first language of human beings, before writing, before even talking, before words, human beings was drawing.

Before every game he played Willie Ofahengaue would pray. But it to us it was never clear whether he prayed for himself or for the safety of the opposition!

I found the blues too limiting, and classical was too disciplined.

Look at the Native American culture. They revere the elders.