A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.

There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

Little beat big When Little smart. First with the head, then with the heart.

I’ve never listened to an album once I’ve finished it. All I hear is what I should’ve done different. I beat myself up over it.

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man “with a locomotive in his chest, and that’s a fact,” not the only youth with a...

I’ll beat him so bad he’ll need a shoehorn to put his hat on.

Meeting new people is just remembering faces of God we’ve forgotten.

Science can make a heart beat with ventilator, but there is only one power that makes it live, that is LOVE which is the purest form of FAITH.

Reagan did not wait out the Soviets; he beat them.

Poetry is alive because it is a medium of vision and experience. It is not necessarily comfortable.It is not necessarily safe.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively....

I’d learned myself by the age of sixteen that just as girls guarded their virginity, boys guarded something less tangible which they called Themselves.

The problem with the 11:11 Phenomenon is getting anybody interested in it that hasn’t experienced it themselves. Other phenomena, such as U.F.Os or crop circles, are able to be seen. We can debate them. But...

Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed to inspire me: Yardscrabble, Big Log, Upper, Middle and Lower Pigsty, Chicken Scratch,...

You can’t beat somebody with nobody.

There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this...

I got beat up up in Texas because my bootlaces were the wrong color.

It was a vision of the one thing that we both hoped someday would be…the warmth of our bodies next to each other’s, reflected in sunset of our secret place… We longed for it to...

Driving down deserted early morning roads. Round and round. Round downtown. Through naked streets. Lips pursed on two litre bottles of beer, but pursuing the lips of freedom’s night. Swapping cars. Winding up at karaoke...

If you do something that you’re proud of, that someone else understands, that is a thing of beauty that wasn’t there before – you can’t beat that.

I’ll insist my competitor is the greatest, so that when I beat him, I won’t be calling myself the greatest—I’ll be proving it through my actions.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

…Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim ‘Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing’…Page 100.

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could...

When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat.

…this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of...

Excellence is to keep beating your own standards every day. If you don’t have a standard for yourself, you have no records to beat; and if you don’t have any record to beat, you can’t...

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep...

A true friend doesn’t have guts; they beat you up and later plead with you to beat them back.

If you ever look sideways at another man or attempt to refuse me I shall beat you. Got it?

The atmosphere felt unexpectedly intense and the music was frantic. The beat made it both difficult to think straight and pleasant to move – like swimming almost.

There’s nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love… if it hurts this much.

The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.

The Grim Reaper isn’t grim at all; he’s a life-saver. He isn’t grim because he isn’t anything. . . . he is nothing. And nothing is a hell of a lot better than anything. So...

My most memorable moment came in 1985 as we beat the Boston Celtics.

He said he loves her more because she makes him smile. Fine! I’ll give him the Glasgow smile. Beat that, bitch!

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

Shergahn and friend lay like poleaxed steers, and the Daranfelian’s greasy hair was thick with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and chunks of beef. His companion had less stew in his hair, but an equally large lump...

The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.

That’s the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

See it was like this when we waltz into this place.A couple of papish cats is doing an Aztec two-stepAnd I says Dad let’s cutbut then this dame comes up behind me see and says...

Miriam is upset. Her voice is stretched and I can’t look at her. Perhaps they beat something out of her she didn’t get back.

I’m going to beat this cancer or die trying.

Don’t play to beat someone, play to win.

It’s a sort of furtiveness … Like we were a generation of furtive. You know, with an inner knowledge there’s no use flaunting on that level, the level of the ‘public’, a kind of beatness...

Kyo: Of course, I’ll beat YOU, too!Yuki: Don’t you ever get tired of saying that?Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It’s my goal in life!Yuki: It’s so unfair that I keep having to take abuse...

I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full;