Allein / Alone Amüsement / Amusement Bauch / Stomach Code Genug / Enough Geräusche / Sounds Gesundheit / Health Ihre / Your Mögen / Like Park Spaß / Fun Verstöße / Violations Wende / Turn Zombie
The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
I used to sit on the couch, and I could go through a pound of Brie cheese and a movie. I was like, 'That's enough,' because it feels like a bowling ball in your stomach.
I'm creating art that can be healing. Art that can make you feel like you're not alone, like you're not an outsider. Art that is useful.
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
Chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails.
But if the vision is strong enough, and your goals are steady, and you believe, pretty soon you bring other people with you.
I asked a couple of months ago if anyone would like to start picketing the gas stations.
To be free in an age like ours, one must be in a position of authority. That in itself would be enough to make me ambitious.
Wearing underwear on the outside of your clothes can turn a tedious trip to the store for a forgotten carton of milk into an amusement park romp.
