Well, evolution's just a theory. ' And, I'm thinking to myself, 'Well, thank goodness gravity's a law. '
There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.
I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.
I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
If you heard your lover scream in the next room and you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood. You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say, 'Darling, are you OK? ' No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and worry about the pinkie later. The same holds true if you heard the scream, ran in and saw his hand or -god forbid- his whole arm. But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room, and you run in and his head is on the floor next to his body. Which do you rush to and comfort first?
I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.
Rejoice that you have still have a long time to live, before the thought comes to you that there is nothing more in the world to see.
Two years ago, Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon described the Gaza Strip settlement of Netzarim as a vital part of Israel's national security and now he is going to leave. That is because of the 'effective armed struggle'.
If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?
While my interest in natural history has added very little to my sum of achievement, it has added immeasurably to my sum of enjoyment in life.