The news is disease in disguise pretending to be information.
My primary motivation for writing is to communicate my perceptions and insights into the human condition, in a way that may provide understanding, comfort, and company to others.
I'm in love with the whole world.
Sex in space (Earth included) far exceeds our wildest imaginations, and is more than a big bang, that's for sure, it's cosmic.
Poetry is our heart, our spirit, our soul. Call it whatever; without it, everything else is nothing but hardware.
Poetry absolves spirituality from the dividedness of religions and provides us with a sanctuary that excludes no one.
Words are contact with other beings. I see a word that says something I've noticed, seen, felt, obserevd, and I capture it; "I need that word!"
The last motive in the world for acquiring vocabulary should be to impress. Words should be acquired because we urgently need them - to convey, to reach, to express something within us, and to understand others.
Sex in space is not just a good idea, it's survival.
Poetry isn't an activity, it's a way life is lived.
The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.
The greatest justice in life is to be who one is.
Popularity is not an indication of quality.
There are infinite possibilities.
It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.
Where you see valid achievements or virtue being attacked, it's by someone viewing them as a mirror of their own inadequacy instead of an inspiring beacon for excellence.
My body is an avatar.
Human forms are perpetuated through sex, and sex also perpetuates human consciousness.
Teaching English and teaching Writing are two separate things.
Love is the eternal first breath.
The real story is not the plot, but how the characters unfold by it.
Our true enemies are: ignorance and limitation.
We can have a World War, I see absolutely no reason why we shouldn't have a World Party.
Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)
Nature abhors a vacuum but why do most people hasten to fill in the blanks with garbage.
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