“I('m the woman who) always forgot where she was-in a state, in a sentence.”

“So whatare your poems about? They're about...how nothing is about, they're notabout about. --Heather McHugh, 20-200 on 747”

“The day they brought him forth to diethey feared he might incite the crowd (the manwas famous for his eloquence). And so his captorsplaced upon his facean iron maskin which he could not speak.That is how they burned him.That is how he died,without a word,in front of everyone.”

“An introverted woman spends hours contemplating a thought or observing a pattern in her life. She turns it over in her mind until it becomes a companion to her and then decides to share it in the context of a small group. When she musters up the courage to voice it, trembling as she puts words to this precious inner stirring, someone in the group cuts her off when she pauses in the middle, her thought still building steam. This person quickly tells her she shouldn't feel the way she does or else counters with a story of her own, which only tangentially relates to what the introvert was saying. Nouwen's words perfectly capture the sense of personal violation and emptiness: "Often we come home from a sharing session with a feeling that something precious has been taken away from us or that holy ground has been trodden upon.”

“I'm cool right? There's no lipstick left on me?" he asked, his smirk turning into a full-wated smile. "I love getting kissed by women who claim they don't love me - makes my dick hard as a motherfucker.”

“Here's to bottle caps,the Yankees, and 'birds', and most of all"...he paused and lowered his voice to a whisper.." and,most of all to a beautiful girl named Molly who refuses to believe the man-the man who loves her more than she'll ever know”

“Fate is a tricky animal. Those who believe they harness it, often find a difficult beast to master.”