The only insurance against fire is to have two houses.
Who lives in a quiet house has plenty.
The hearth in our house is warmer than our neighbor's.
Black-and-white photography, which I was doing in the very early days, was essentially called art photography and usually consisted of landscapes by people like Ansel Adams and Edward Weston. But photographs by people like Adams didn't interest me.
The ignorance of the world often makes people believe that life should be black and white – that you must choose sides – and so the world of colourful gradients goes unadmired.
She counts the tiles on the cold bathroom floor lays her secrets out like stones square by square tile by tile she doesn't feel anymore.
She looks in the mirror seems vaguely familiar like steam on the glass shame covers her past the fog slithers down as evil surrounds.
Legend has it, dwarves were made to uncover all the riches hidden on earth. Not just golds or precious stones, but the beauty in people's hearts. -Eric
When people say sex is a filth of society, I say, yes! You're born by enchanting mantras and breaking coconuts!
Vikrant : "I want to taste honey pot, You are shy, free yourself, like an animal, feel like an animal, they don't know sin. Do they?
The process of reading is somehow heightened through the process of doing it near water. Extreme reading!
She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.
so quiet now my dearest knight your armor shines white still for my lips shall not say the words that make you flee with fear "White Knight
She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white.
What did you think of him?" Cade asked. "Give me some credit," Zach said. "Guy’s more full of shit than a duck pond.
We were divided by color. Not black and white, but colour/color. She was British, and I was honoured to engage her in a spelling debate.
Fact is not truth, but a poet who willfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.
For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.
This is a woman whose belly is filled with pride. She has been eating nothing but her own ambition for nearly thirty years.
...the dead, being wiser than the living, know freedom is always better than revenge.
You ask 'Are you a man or a demon?' Neither, I say. I have woken up, and the rest of you are sleeping, and that is the only difference between us.
