“For I conclude that the enemy is not lipstick, but guilt itself; that we deserve lipstick, if we want it, AND free speech; we deserve to be sexual AND serious--or whatever we please; we are entitled to wear cowboy boots to our own revolution.” IfsWantEnemySeriousRevolutionPleaseSpeechDeserveGuiltBootsFree SpeechEntitledCowboyLipstickCowboy Boot Author:Naomi Wolf
“I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time, and how that is beautiful, and has poetry inside. Even places you hate.” KnowsEnoughBeautifulHateGivenAdviceAwakeWhere You Are Author:Jeff Buckley
“My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood.” IfsGivingChildrenChildhoodCrafts Author:Gerald Durrell
“Can you see the power emotion has to distort our outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day." ~Fablehaven - Rise of the Evening Star” StarsEmotionWonderEveningOutlookBad Day Author:Brandon Mull
“Don't corral me, and I'll always come home. Just let me go out and play during the day.” PlayHomeLet MeComing HomeLet Me Go Author:Sandra Bullock
“All men are made one for another: either then teach them better or bear with them.” MenMadeTeachBearsPatienceTolerance Book:Meditations (Diversion Classics) Source: Meditations (Diversion Classics)
“We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making those long noodles you love so much.” HeartLongCan DoStrugglePorkNoodlesPork ChopsPotluck Author:Richard Siken
“Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.” TryingNightHolySingingSilentLeavingLipsRomeClueHere I AmSilent Night Author:Richard Siken
“Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things. I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a trainstation and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.” WorldTryingRealEndsStoriesDreamBodyNamesMy OwnSleepToo MuchLike YouTrainEnvyWanderLandscapeTiesReal WorldFloatsHammersGoing To SleepInner LifeKnockingKnotsTrajectoryPeg Author:Richard Siken