I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be...
Art has two constant two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and...
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path When life...
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is...
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary...
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can...
At the moment of childbirth every woman has the same aura of isolation as...
Bad human communication leaves us less room to grow.
