Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.
The shovel is the brother to the gun.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.