The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
You and I are more than you and I because it's we.
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)