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She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman - you do not know; as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be as swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us.

I got to be White House chief of staff, ten years of congressman, secretary of defense, vice-president. If you're a political junkie like I obviously am - that was - every one of those was just a tremendous experience. I'm very comfortable with what I did and why I did it and how I did it. And I'll let others judge whether they liked it or not.

They say it's the white man I should fear, But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here.

I remember crying all the time. My major thing growing up was I couldn't fit in. Because I was from everywhere, I didn't have no buddies that I grew up with...Every time I had to go to a new apartment, I had to reinvent myself, myself. People think just because you born in the ghetto you gonna fit in. A little twist in your life and you don't fit in no matter what. If they push you out of the hood and the White people's world, that's criminal...Hell, I felt like my could be destroyed at any moment.

The fields are snowbound no longer;_x000D__x000D_There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green._x000D__x000D_The snow has been caught up into the sky-_x000D__x000D_So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold._x000D__x000D_Now the sun walks in the forest,_x000D__x000D_He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;_x000D__x000D_They shiver, and wake from slumber._x000D__x000D_Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls._x000D__x000D_Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears...._x000D__x000D_A wind dances over the fields._x000D__x000D_Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,_x000D__x000D_Yet the little blue lakes tremble_x000D__x000D_And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green_x000D__x000D_On every blooming tree,_x000D__x000D_And spreads her sheets o'daisies white_x000D__x000D_Out o'er the grassy lea.

Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple,_x000D__x000D_Colour of lilac,_x000D__x000D_Your great puffs of flowers_x000D__x000D_Are everywhere in this my New England ..._x000D__x000D_Lilacs in dooryards_x000D__x000D_Holding quiet conversation with an early moon;_x000D__x000D_Lilacs watching a deserted house; ..._x000D__x000D_Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom,_x000D__x000D_You are everywhere.

Spring has again returned. _x000D__x000D_The Earth is like a child that knows many poems._x000D__x000D_Many, O so many. For the hardship_x000D__x000D_of such long learning she receives the prize._x000D__x000D__x000D_Strict was her teacher. _x000D__x000D_The white in the old man's beard pleases us._x000D__x000D_Now, what to call green, to call blue,_x000D__x000D_we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!

How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour.

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;_x000D__x000D_And give us not to think so far away_x000D__x000D_As the uncertain harvest; keep us here_x000D__x000D_All simply in the springing of the year._x000D__x000D__x000D_Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,_x000D__x000D_Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;_x000D__x000D_And make us happy in the happy bees,_x000D__x000D_The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed_x000D__x000D_Their snow-white blossoms on my head,_x000D__x000D_With brightest sunshine round me spread_x000D__x000D_Of spring's unclouded weather,_x000D__x000D_In this sequestered nook how sweet_x000D__x000D_To sit upon my orchard-seat!_x000D__x000D_And birds and flowers once more to greet,_x000D__x000D_My last year's friends together.

So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns_x000D__x000D_No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd_x000D__x000D_With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,_x000D__x000D_And whom today the Spring no more concerns._x000D__x000D_Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;_x000D__x000D_This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part_x000D__x000D_To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art._x000D__x000D_Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,_x000D__x000D_Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem_x000D__x000D_The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now_x000D__x000D_Is hung with bloom along the bough,_x000D__x000D_And stands about the woodland ride_x000D__x000D_Wearing white for Eastertide._x000D__x000D__x000D_Now, of my threescore years and ten,_x000D__x000D_Twenty will not come again,_x000D__x000D_And take from seventy springs a score,_x000D__x000D_It only leaves me fifty more._x000D__x000D__x000D_And since to look at things in bloom_x000D__x000D_Fifty springs are little room,_x000D__x000D_About the woodlands I will go_x000D__x000D_To see the cherry hung with snow.

Tis like the birthday of the world,_x000D__x000D_When earth was born in bloom;_x000D__x000D_The light is made of many dyes,_x000D__x000D_The air is all perfume:_x000D__x000D_There's crimson buds, and white and blue,_x000D__x000D_The very rainbow showers_x000D__x000D_Have turned to blossoms where they fell,_x000D__x000D_And sown the earth with flowers.

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

That space between the white lines - that's my office. That's where I conduct my business.

Chanel is composed of only a few elements, white camellias, quilted bags and Austrian doorman's jackets, pearls, chains, shoes with black toes. I use these elements like notes to play with.

The puritanical potentialities of science have never been forecast. If it evolves a body of organized rites, and is established as a religion, hierarchically organized, things more than anything else will be done in the name of 'decency.' The coarse fumes of tobacco and liquors, the consequent tainting of the breath and staining of white fingers and teeth, which is so offensive to many women, will be the first things attended to.

Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue

'Mixtape' is a very appropriate word to include in the title of Goran Hugo Olsson's film because it includes a rich mixture of cultural voices. They speak across different dividing lines such as those of haves and have-nots, youth and maturity, black and white, national and global, and the past and the present.

An unconscious, gentle process whereby people who want to be loving attempt to be so by telling little white lies, by withholding some of the truth about themselves and their feelings in order to avoid conflict. Pseudocommunity is conflict-avoiding; true community is conflict-resolving.