One day Time will die And love will bury it

I believe I saw a woodcock. He had a long bill like putting a fire hydrant into a pencil sharpener, then pasting it onto a bird and letting the bird fly away in front of me with this thing on its face for no other purpose than to amaze me.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.

He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

Love Poem ـــــــــ It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more.

I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.