The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.
being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.
A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.
There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.