DEATH . . . And now you are here to fight for this woman. You know her promise is given. She has to die or her husband won't go free. APOLLO Relax, I'm not breaking any laws. DEATH Why the bow, if you're breaking no laws? APOLLO I always carry a bow, it's my trademark.
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.
I never had much education in English poetry as such.
If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.
It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.