Before I can say , I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too. I am everything I ever was, whatever you and Leah may think. I am much of what ...
ive lived so long a person, they tamed me to be, I spoke with care & held back the real, me. But the time has come, My voice will be heard. My messages are clear & I'm not the same girl. I am wild, my heart is rare I am untameable and I dont fuckin' ...
If I die this instant will you be more content with the morning news? Will your coffee taste better? I am not your fate. I am not your government…I am not your mother, not your father or your nightmare or your health. I am not a fence, not a wall. ...
Art for Art’s Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.
Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?
I am happy the leaves are growing large so quickly. Soon they will hide the neighbor and her screaming child.
When the world makes me feel like I am alone, love reminds me otherwise.
Maybe John Kerry does not know - but I am happy to explain it to him - that my commitment to withdraw the troops goes back before the tragic, dramatic terrorist attack.
The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him December's as pleasant as May.
[from trailer] [the Enterprise comes face to face with the Vengeance] James T. Kirk: [to his crew] I am sorry.
I am a proud product of Irish golf and the Golfing Union of Ireland and am hugely honoured to have come from very rich Irish sporting roots... I am also a proud Ulsterman who grew up in Northern Ireland. That is my background and always will be.
Sometimes I almost pity them. I think I have a freedom they cannot understand. No insult, no blame can touch me. Because I have set myself beyond the pale. I am nothing, I am hardly human any more. I am the French Lieutenant’s Whore.
I cannot have chaos erupting around me until I am prepared for it. I am a collector. I am an observer. I don't participate. My resources, and my standing, must be secure before I can allow the uncertainty of war to crash down upon us.
I hope people like me and appreciate me the way I am.
I am my own main rival.
I am; I was. I want to be.
I am my own clone. I’m not who I was yesterday, but then again I am.
Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.
Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?
When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.
I am awake. I know what you took. I am coming for you. Vengeance is mine.
