#life

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn professional."

"Crawling Backwards [10w] Crawling backwards is the hardwired wisdom of crabs and survivors."

"The Sacred and The Scared. Which of these two categories does your love fall under? I should write a love poem on a rolled-up scroll so you’d know which one categorizes mine."

"My dad was a very funny man - he's the one who taught me life would be awfully hard without humor! I'm sure his Irish wit in some way influenced my decision to become an actress."

"You wouldn't have taken Rose to such a place, would you?""Of course not, but she is a little girl, and I'm-""My life", he interrupted quietly. "You're my entire life. If anything ever happens to you, Holly, there is nothing left for me."

"Why are you being so mean?""Friends tell friends the truth.""yeah, but not to hurt, to help."

"Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?"

"It would be so nice if something made sense for a change."

"I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them."

"I am a Mormon because I love the Lord Jesus Christ. And as I exercise faith in Him, I am blessed with the Holy Spirit in my life."

"Garden [10w] A garden is a poem written with flowers on earth."

"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so?There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar."

"When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred."

"Binatang itu bicara, makan -- tapi tak mengerti dirinya sendiri. Dan aku begitu juga."

"Frivolous Gossip and Poetry It's just so much frivolous gossip to dwell upon the moral merits of a poet;what should only concern the reader is the merit of his words.Leave moral judgments to the preachers and aesthetic judgments to the critical readers."

"The world may be running out of water, but it isn’t running low on music. Let the dancing flow!"

"What can I say? I prefer to die well informed."

"A writer used to live life like Julius Seizure: I came, I saw, I queried. Now you can take control of your consciousness and self-publish."

"I had a dream about you. You were lost in a daydream, when I walked in and you began screaming. But I know that could never actually happen. In real life I only enter people’s nightmares."

"It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments."