I don't want to be a passenger in my own life. |
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. |
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains. Topics: Childhood |
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. |
Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight. |
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is. Topics: Love |
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret. |
Success produces success, just as money produces money. |
We live on the leash of our senses. |
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. |