Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess; but th...
I WALK IN / I SEE YOU / I WATCH YOU / I SCAN YOU / I WAIT FOR YOU / I TICKLE YOU / I TEASE YOU / I SEARCH YOU / I BREATHE YOU / I TALK / I SMILE / I TOUCH YOUR HAIR / YOU ARE THE ONE / YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME / YOU ARE MY OWN / I SHOW YOU ...
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandon...
Judge Weaver: For the benefit of the jury, but more especially for the spectators, The garment mentioned in the testimony was, to be exact, Mrs. Manion's panties. [spectators roar with laughter] Judge Weaver: I wanted to get your snickering over and ...
Age is a funny thing. So are appearances. Neither is relevant to what one knows, in my opinion.
What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.
All my life I've chased dreams of what could be. For the first time in my life, I've actually caught one.
I have started my own foundation. It's called Follow Your Art. It's at its infancy but my goal is to mentor teenage girls through one of the most difficult times in their lives.
I spend my time trying to figure art out. I was brought up to believe that the way one processes information is by making it into art. That's how I live my life.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done.
These then are some of my first memories. But of course as an account of my life they are misleading, because the things one does not remember are as important; perhaps they are more important.
The burning ambition of my life was to marry her one day. The consuming worry of my life was to whether she would agree.
Feel my passion, Taste my desire, Unite and intertwine our emotions, Dare to be one with me, I in return will allow you to touch my soul.
My life story is 75% true. But which quarter is a lie? Better check my pants pockets—the one the politician’s wearing.
The only album that I listen to upon recording a new one is my 'Cry' album, because sonically, I think it's my best album to date. But other than that, I've never listened to my records, ever.
I part-own a bookshop for some strange coincidence of reasons, and it is one of the best things I part-own in my life, or own in my life. I do not know, it just feels great.
All my life, the library has always been one of my favorite places to go. (Larry Brown: A Writer's Life by Jean W. Cash)
My problem is: as a singer and a dancer, if I get it in my body one way, it is harder for me to be open to something new - to something else; to something that is really organically connected to the piece and not just to my perception of it.
One of my sensory problems was hearing sensitivity, where certain loud noises, such as a school bell, hurt my ears. It sounded like a dentist drill going through my ears.
All I ever really wanted to do was arouse souls through my writing and enjoy my journey to becoming one with myself and with the world.
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
