We gon' float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. AH! Rumble, young man rumble! AH!
It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.
O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors
oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much
I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.
the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are
How much 'ego' do you need? Just enough so that you don't step in front of a bus.
I am constantly surprised that the simple word 'feminism' raises more eyebrows and initiates more sad-faced head-shaking than any elaborate stream of invective I have ever leveled at either the I. R. S. or the D. M. V.
Asked at the hearing why she hadn't pressed the FBI more closely about what it knew, or didn't know, about domestic terrorist threats, Rice acted as though the question was an odd one: it wasn't her job. Well, in retrospect, it was and now certainly is.
If you assume there is no hope, you guarantee there will be no hope.