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"Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig."
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"I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty."
"A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader's mind with the colors of emotion."
"Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?"
"The lamp hummed:'Regard the moon,La lune ne garde aucune rancune,She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.She smoothes the hair of the grass.The moon has lost her memory.A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,Her hand twists a paper rose,That smells of dust and old Cologne,She is aloneWith all the old nocturnal smellsThat cross and cross across her brain."The reminiscence comesOf sunless dry geraniumsAnd dust in crevices,Smells of chestnuts in the streets,And female smells in shuttered rooms,And cigarettes in corridorsAnd cocktail smells in bars."
"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."
"In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound."
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"Often we withhold our affections, waiting first for love to be extended to us. The irony is that we are loved for loving."
"Act like you care. Pray like you care. Speak, smile, reach out, and live like you care. The point is to make sure those in your life know beyond doubt that you do care."
"All human beings wield influence-a powerful sword granted at birth. Wield your sword with care."
"The only thing you can justifiably claim that life owes you is an equal measure of what you have given out. And even that is debatable."
"World peace, true love, and happily-ever-afters amount to wasted wishes, failed endeavors, and most precious dreams."
"A picture may be worth a thousand words, but those well-arranged words are worth a multi-million-dollar motion picture."
"Turn around. you've got grass and dead flowers. My fingers naturally began to comb through my long, black strands, shaking things loose as Sarti carefully removed more stubborn pieces. The flowers had been left over from my forced marriage to Thaddeus. The grass, from a sensual night with Kresh the eve of my honeymoon. Devilish irony."
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