I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.
Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
Let the rain kiss you Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk The rain makes running pools in the gutter The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
The storm starts when the drops start dropping. The storm stops when the drops stop dropping.
What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.
I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. What you were will not happen again. The tigers have found me and I do not care.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.