I’ve read short stories that are as dense as a 19th century novel and novels that really are short stories filled with a lot of helium.
Monthly Archive: May 2018
I dont really look at the charts at all. If anything, I try to out-do what Ive done before. I try to make music that I like and I trust my own judgement with...
A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.
My wife bought an extra life insurance policy on me.
Fear attracts attack.
At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst.
I was the conductor of the Underground Railroad for eight years, and I can say what most conductors cant say; I never ran my train off the track and I never lost a passenger.
I love engaging in conversation with other moms because we can relate to one another, and we swap valuable insight and information.
When the solution is simple, God is answering.
The demand for equal rights in every vocation of life is just and fair; but, after all, the most vital right is the right to love and be loved.
The story of this man who had killed a messenger and hanged himself would make interesting reading. One could almost write a whole chapter on him. Perhaps not a whole chapter but a resonable...
When Rimbaud became a slave trader, he stopped writing poetry.
Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
Spring is natures way of saying, Lets party!
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in...
Happiness depends upon ourselves.
I learned that there are two things that kids really like: movement and love. Happy kids move; unhappy, they dont move.
Most of the time I liked school and got good grades. In junior high, though, I hit a stumbling block with math – I used to come home and cry because of how frustrated...
People search for love as if it were a city lost beneath the desert dunes, where pleasure is the law, the streets are lined with brocade cushions, and the sun never sets.
But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on...