We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

It’s just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.

Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!

I ain’t scared to lend a handI ain’t scared to clench it either

All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot—by coincidence, by choice.

Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now, I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.

I have not encouraged talk about man’s holy privacy, although I do respect and defend man’s right to have it.

The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.

No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist’s wife.

What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference.

In complete darkness, it is only knowledge and wisdom that separates us.

Show us not the aim without the way. For ends and means on earth are so entangled That changing one, you change the other too; Each different path brings other ends in view

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

Jazz I regard as an American folk music; not the only one, but a very powerful one which is probably in the blood and feeling of the American people more than any other style of folk music.

When you are in the public eye you cannot afford to show doubts. I do my crying alone.

My focus as part of the leadership is to keep talking about the independent voters, independent voters - how do we get the independent voters back?

Finally, as I've said, this is - why are you talking about Jewish women's wigs and people wearing turbans? That has nothing whatsoever to do with niqab.

Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.

You know, my joints don't feel sore as much, I digest food a lot better, my hands feel less swollen so I feel really good.

As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn't have.