To be free, a man must be free from his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

For the coming of that day shall I fight, I and my sons and my chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.

I understood that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

We alone, of the thousands who walk this earth, we alone in this hour are doing a work which has no purpose save that we wish to do it.

The power of the sky can be made to do men's bidding. There are no limits to its secrets and its might, and it can be made to grant us anything if we but choose to ask.

For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?

We have lied to ourselves. We have not built this box for the good of our brothers. We built it for its own sake. It is above all our brothers to us, and its truth above their truth.

This box is useless, " said Alliance 6-7349.Should it be what they claim of it, " said Harmony 9-2642, "then it would bring ruin to the Department of Candles.

When the days become darkThe nights become coldAnd all there is, is an empty soulBelieve you can escape your plightEven when relief is out of sightDon't you dare give up the fightDon't you dare

Until then, never lose hope. Never stop loving me. Never forget.
 Never Never

Don't be afraid to let your past and present come together to create something new

I started with poetry because it was direct, immediate, and short. It was the ecstasy of striking matches in the dark.

That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.

I have a Kenwood charcoal grill. In our house, if anybody is cooking, it's me. I love making burgers. I love making pork tenderloin. Lamb chops I do on the grill a lot. But you just can't beat brats.

America was built on immigrants, and what they bring 'to the table.'

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

My thinking brain never stops my creative brain never stops so they wrestle a lot and get in fights sometimes they fight in the night and keep me up.