We Use Such Big Words To Move

I Knew Exactly What I Was Doing: I Was Doing Nothing. Because I Knew There Was Nothing To Do.

Women: I Liked The Colors Of Their Clothing; The Way They Walked; The Cruelty In Some Faces; Now And Then The Almost Pure Beauty In Another Face, Totally And Enchantingly Female. They Had It Over Us: They Planned Much Better And Were Better Organized. While Men Were Watching Professional Football Or Drinking Beer Or Bowling, They, The Women, Were Thinking About Us, Concentrating, Studying, Deciding - Whether To Accept Us, Discard Us, Exchange Us, Kill Us Or Whether Simply To Leave Us. In The End It Hardly Mattered; No Matter What They Did, We Ended Up Lonely And Insane.

Poetry Is What Happens When Nothing Else Can.

Pretty Words, As Pretty Women, Wrinkle Up And Die.

A Woman Has To Have Something On Or There's Nothing To Take Off.