Tell her thisAnd more, —That the king of the seasWeeps too, old, helpless man.The bustling fatesHeap his hands with corpsesUntil he stands like a childWith surplus of toys.

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-topHe cried: "Woe to my knowledge!I intended to see good white landsAnd bad black lands—But the scene is grey.

I have become more aware of (1) how true emotions can feel during crucial moments, and (2) how false they really are.

What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

The essential thing is to run period!And to do it for a long time and consistently and then everything will take care of itself.

I'd love there to be more larger models, but it's just not going to happen. Designers love to design for slim girls.

The wages of sin are an expensive infection.

My voice right now, hey, listen. I don't know how long it's going to last.

It was always about the story rather than the character.

We simply have not kept in touch with poetry

Happiness is not a sign that we are right with God; happiness is a sign of satisfaction, that is all, and the majority of us can be satisfied on too low a level.

There is no reason why an atheist could not write a good Mass.