I'm not into sports. I mean. . . I like Gatorade, but that's as far as it goes.
I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.
Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend. . . the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.
I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.
Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.
You live your life as if it's real. . . . . . . a thousand kisses deep
Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.
They say you're not supposed to put metal in a microwave oven. They're right.
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
Protest poetry -- could there be consensus poetry?
We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.