The poet is like an onion. When you cut him, he makes you cry.
I have been writing since I learned my letters, and will continue to write until I am senile enough to forget them. When I am not writing, I knit socks or tend my sourdough starter. I spend too much time answering the phone.
I wonder, would the phone ring if the inventor's name wasn't Bell?
The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes towards the sun, and felt them, for the first time, filling with tears. Hans Christian Andersen