You can never forget the past unless you face up to it.

Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin’; if you’re not mitten-smitten, you’ll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y.

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly...

Why does February feel like one big Tuesday?

I just did something on a show on UPN called ‘Girlfriends’ that will be on television in February. I am actually a much better actor today than I was in 1996, believe it or not.

The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.

Ah! comme la neige a neigé!Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.Ah! comme la neige a neigé!Qu’est-ce que le spasme de vivreÀ la douleur que j’ai, que j’ai!Tous les étangs gisent gelés,Mon me est noire:...

The only thing we should scream into the world is love.