Franz Kafka Quotes
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
Franz Kafka
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Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.
Joanne Rowling
There is no 'natural' order, only the way things are.
Hanna Rosin
The only way to do is just to go for it, otherwise it ends up looking phoney.
Famke Janssen
It will be undertaken, of course, in the June or July summit, and then to bring NATO closer to Russia or vice versa is a way to move toward integration - toward the integration of Europe.
Warren Christopher
I like to release music the way I feel it, as opposed to having a date. The idea of dates, boxes, categories are very scary for me.
Usher
Reading a piece of poetry with no beat in front of 20 people is way more challenging than rocking for 10,000 people.
Benjamin Hammond "Ben" Haggerty
Though my poems are about evenly split between traditionally formal work that uses rhyme and meter and classical structure, and work that is freer, I feel that the music of language remains at the core of it all. Sound, rhythm, repetition, compression - these elements of my poetry are also elements of my prose.
Floyd Skloot
He is my dog, Toto," answered Dorothy. "Is he made of tin, or stuffed?" asked the Lion. "Neither. He's a-- a-- a meat dog," said the girl.
L. Frank Baum
I told Patrick that the decisions we've made, it should be pretty obvious, are based on the fact that we think a whole lot of him, ... We think he's got a tremendous future with us.
Joe Gibbs
If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.
William Blake
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
Franz Kafka
