If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. |
If you're going to hold someone down you're going to have to hold on by the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own repression. |
Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all. |
Most of our lives are spent in little towns, little towns all throughout the country. That's where we live. And that's where the juices come from and that's where we made it, not made it in terms of success but made who we are. |
She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind. |
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power. |
The loneliest woman in the world is the woman without a close woman friend |
The loneliest woman in the world is the woman without a close woman friend |
There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how. |
Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down. |
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same. |
You marvel at the economy and this choice of words. How many ways can you describe the sky and the moon? After Sylvia Plath, what can you say? |