A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
(January 06, 1878 - July 22, 1967)
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef
(July 22, 1936 - )
It is never too late to have a happy childhood
Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have always known it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek
They got the first one, and we didn't respond.
(July 01, 1977 - )
In the arms of the angels, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent revelry, you're in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here...
(January 28, 1968 - )
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream.