My cousin Francis and I are in perfect accord – he wants Milan, and so do I.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
No one wants a domain with their name on it owned by somebody else.
Who wants those gleaming white cosmetically enhanced American teeth?
The rest of the world wants our cash; we like plastic.
A man should always consider how much he has more than he wants.
No one wants to stay in the tabloids. But it’s actually not a terrible place to start.
My life is God’s life in me for Him to do with what He wants.