“Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.” — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.” — Jon Davis Copy Share Image
It is not a waste to write beautiful prose or poetry for one person's eyes alone! — Edith Schaeffer Copy Share Image
“If anything can be said in prose, then poetry should be saved for saying nothing.” — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
Prose poetry is not set to a melody or music so there's something freeing about it. — William Beckett Copy Share Image
“He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“Bad bananas are like push-up bras--a promise of tenderness can deliver tasteless mush, and we're not supposed to complain.” — Kate Lebo Copy Share Image
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
We don't attempt to have any theme for a number of the anthology, or to have any particular sequence. We just put… — James Laughlin Copy Share Image
“The Grim Reaper isn't grim at all; he's a life-saver. He isn't grim because he isn't anything. . . . he is… — Jack Kerouac Atop an Underwood Early Stories and Other Writings Copy Share Image
“He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness… — Mikl Paul Copy Share Image
“Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn't explain its status as death… — Kate Lebo Copy Share Image
“I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover,… — Damon Knight Copy Share Image
To design is much more than simply to assemble, to order, or even to edit: it is to add value and meaning,… — Paul Rand Copy Share Image
“Poetry's the speech of kings. You're one of those Shakespeare gives the comic bits to: prose! All poetry (even Cockney Keats?) you… — Tony Harrison Copy Share Image
In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
French is not a language that lends itself naturally to the opaque and ponderous idiom of nature-philosophy, and Teilhard has according resorted… — Peter Medawar Copy Share Image
“The Elm Log By Alexander Solzhenitsyn We were sawing firewood when we picked up an elm log and gave a cry of… — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“Objects and Objectives To contemplate LEGO. Many colours. Many shapes. Many inventive and useful shapes. Plastic. A versatile and practical substance. Symbolic… — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
“I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me” and you kept saying sorry so I stopped explaining for it never… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“YEN What happens if you take a cup? Put it to your lips. A cup of desire. Of dazzling colour. Of intoxicating… — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
“Swirled tight, trussed, manic, most trusted. You love hills, swells, waves of sand, waves of water. You love traffic on bridges that… — Carol Guess Copy Share Image
“You big ugly. You too empty. You desert with your nothing nothing nothing. You scorched suntanned. Old too quickly. Acres of suburbs… — Ania Walwicz Copy Share Image
“It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“If freedom is free and none need worry, then what blood drops for thee?” — Ryan Goodrich Copy Share Image