Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas

Rage, rage against the dying light

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.

Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.