I was spread out dailyand examined for flaws.
Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle.
I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.
Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions
For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it was a man, became heavier and heavier.
it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore and the dirt thereof and my mother hating me for it
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