I have never voted in my life..

Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that ne….

I follow the rules until I go against them all..

God is always at work around you..

Some things go slow, slow, slow, and then - wham! - they're over..

Spin-offs were never really my thing..

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ev….

We simply have not kept in touch with poetry.

No one can be cured of being who they are..

The great appear great to us..

I love to sing, so I just figured that I was going to sing or something..

From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the t….

It is by doing anything that we become anyone.

I've never killed anybody... but I've definitely thought about it..

Love emerges at the point of a lacking word, and one offers one's being to fill the lack..

Those who are not good to others are bad to themselves..

Every intentional act is a magical act..

For to a folysshe demaunde behoueth a folysshe ansuere..

A text is evolutionary by its very nature..

The climate is changing, and human activity contributes to that in some manner..

There are things that inform the works, but that doesn't go anywhere near what you're actually looking at..