Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.

Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there.  Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die.  Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die. One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her.  Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child.  Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.