“Love's the only thing I've thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That's what I always dreamed of, of meeting somebody and falling in love. And when that remarkable thing happened, I was going to recite poetry to her for hours about how her heart's an angel's wing and her hair the strings of a heavenly harp. Instead I got drunk and hollered at her and called her a harpy.” LoveHeartFallHoursHappenedHairAngelWingsMeetingsFalling In LoveThings HappenDrunkKneesRemarkableHeavenlyStringsHarpsHarpies Author:Ben Hecht
“This moment, this being, is the thing. My life is all life in little. The moon, the planets, pass around my heart. The sun, now hidden by the round bulk of this earth, shines into me, and in me as well. The gods and the angels both good and bad are like the hairs of my own head, seemingly numberless, and growing from within. I people the cosmos from myself, it seems, yet what am I? A puff of dust, or a brief coughing spell, with emptiness and silence to follow.” PeopleWellsHeartLittlesMomentsSeemsEarthLife IsMy OwnSilenceSunGrowingPlanetsHairMy HeartMoonAngelShiningRoundsDustEmptinessCosmosSpellsGood And BadPuffCoughing Author:Alexander Eliot
“I always asked my mother, I said, 'Momma, how come is everything white?' I said, 'Why is Jesus white with blond hair and blue eyes? Why is the Lord's supper all white men? Angels are white, the Pope, Mary, and even the angels.' I said, 'Mother, when we die, do we go to Heaven?' She said, 'Naturally we go to Heaven.' I said, 'Well, what happened to all the black angels?'” MenWellsSaidEyeMotherDiesJesusHeavenBlackWhiteLordHappenedHairAngelBlueMaryPopeWhite ManBlue EyesSupperMommaLord's Supper Author:Muhammad Ali
“My favorite to cook is this recipe I've been making since I was 12 years old with my mom, and it's an angel hair shrimp pasta with tomatoes, feta, garlic, white wine - it's so easy but so fresh and so delicious!” YearsEasyWhiteHairMomAngelWineMy FavoriteMy MomCooksDeliciousRecipesTomatoesPastaGarlicShrimpWhite Wine Author:Devon Windsor
“Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.” MadeBookBloodSeaTearsColorHairSixPagesAngelBlueFilledWingsListsNewspapersGoldenBubblesCriedShellsEasterItemsLaddersMarginsGrapesShatteredSpineWhalesEntryParagraphArrivalsMaidensGumBubble GumGolden HairShamrocks Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel