Sleep has no place it can call its own.
A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt. ' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
Nothing in the world is certain except for death and taxes.
ALEC is one great organization, I think, for growing future political leaders.
After writing anything, there's always that postpartum feeling of, "What do I do now?" - I think particularly for nonfiction writers. I feel myself pulled back to the same themes, sometimes even the same moments, and I'm not sure that I want that.
When I have sex with my husband, I fantasize I am with a petite, hot young woman.