The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride?