How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetFor you may palm upon us new for old: All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.
The Hind and the PantherWater is so friendly when you have it on your palms, but so evil when they have you on theirs.
LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESSTrust a crowd to look at the wrong end of a miracle every time.
Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical CollageA society, on occasion, can be the worst possible describer of mental health.
Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical CollageA palm-leaf carriage should move slowly, or else it loses its dignity.
The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon