“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.”

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

“Nothing mattered to him about a person other than what was inside them.”

“There's nothing inherently interesting about being a drunk -- in fact, quite the contrary.”

“It is not a Christmas tree!" said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. "This is a house of mourning. It is nothing more than a tree. I thought it would look nice. Inside. That is all.”

“Henry shrugged. "I've kissed plenty of girls." "I'm not talking about your mom,dork.”