The six gods who live on Confetti Street vary in age and sex. Some days they chew tobacco and sit on their porch railings and when the sun beds down behind the row of houses to take a nap they scowl.
REGIS PHILBIN: And on my right was Amy Goodman. And so, I didn’t—I was...– Regis Philbin watches Democracy Now! (via Adam)
Fire must have a fuel and the heart’s fuel is love. The love that makes...– Gary Snyder, “On ‘As for Poets’”, Turtle Island
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.– Anaïs Nin - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia