...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
A Familiar RainI sold my elegant blackness to all those childhood ghosts and now they pay me for it.
God Help the ChildIf you buy your experience it's your own. So it's no matter how much you pay for it.
The Blue CastleBut nothing's really free, is it? People always make you pay one way or another.
The Bette Davis ClubWas it too much to expect the rest of the world to care about grammar or pay attention to details?
BossypantsYou must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.
Anne of the Island