Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.

I have my own sheep and I literally sheer the sheep and knot sweaters for friends and family from scratch.

Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

When moral superiority combines with billowing ignorance, they fill up a hot-air balloon that's awfully hard not to poke.

Loose lips sink ships.

If you can't dress expensive, dress memorable.