Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?