Armut / Poverty Bitter Blätter / Leaves Flüche / Curses Großzügig / Generous Recht / Right
One does not leave a convivial party before closing time.
Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.
Gather all Leaves in the hour of that Planet that governs them.
I haven't got a waist. I've just got a sort of place, a bit like an unmarked level crossing.
There are a lot of undecideds in this country that are hopefully right of center, not left of center.
A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.
I'm very, very amateur, which is funny because I'm not in the amateur leagues.
I'm in between homes right now, but my last house was dope.