I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)
When we see too many battlefields, it breaks something inside of a person and they lose the ability to distinguish between cruelty and necessity.
Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it.
Love expands your soul with something inexplicably fulfilling. If you die without ever having experienced it, you will miss life's only true joy
Friendly fire was never friendly, and it was coming. Operation Stand-and-Watch was over. Did that mean Operation Bust-His-Balls was on deck?
Hell of a thing to have to experience, hell of a thing to have to see, to be reminded you're a human being and all it meant to be one.
You can love people, and you can befriend them, but the only person you can ever one hundred percent depend on is yourself.
Sometimes we know people who are too wonderful for words. I am not one of them. Or you, for that matter, as you well know.
Men do not die on mornings like this: whatever happens then happens in their name, like the lives of obscure saints, who exist only in folk memory.
Sometimes you go so far in your life, you can’t get back though you know it’s not really your life.
their powerlessness, innocence, and imagination fused to enable them to turn time inside out, travel on the wind, and enter the souls of animals.
The trick was not to stifle the emotions, but to control them. Love, anger, grief – all were weapons in their way, but they needed to be kept in check.
Come on,” I said a third time, to the approaching darkness, to the figures that beckoned from within it, to the peace that comes at last to every dead thing.
politicians often had the knack of seeming to know everyone intimately. Either they had remarkable memories, or their secretaries reminded them efficiently.
A condensed Shakespeare with all of the dull parts removed, leaving only the great moments of drama: ghosts, and bloodied daggers, and dying kings.
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
I drive as fast as four tire swings hanging from a tree branch in the middle of winter. I also make love with as much speed and rotation.
I just made some ice cream soup—for winter, or the next time you visit Antarctica. It’s freezable and reheatable, like my love.
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so may.
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
We played all of the songs on the first Johnny Winter AND every day before we recorded them, so that when we got in the studio, it was totally easy, as we knew exactly what we wanted to do.
