drama

The sexiest thing about a man is the he can make a woman smile even when she thinks there is nothing to smile about.

Poets must be grounded in the education of the arts, drama, history, mysticism, esotericism, and philosophy. To gain knowledge and become learned of the above is easy - read. Poets should apply this knowledge to their work, so a poet will advance to the next level, to their next phase of their emotional, psychological and spiritual development, growing in years in a short space of time, in hours or months if he or she is an avid reader. This knowledge will birth work that is not meretricious but of noble parentage.

I'm afraid Dr. Mondrick chose an unfortunate publicity device. After all, the theory of human evolution is no longer front page news. Every known detail of the origin of mankind is extremely important to such a specialist as Dr. Mondrick, but it doesn't interest the man in the street - not unless it's dramatized.

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?

I would like to curl up and become a small thing. About this big. And still. Very still. Have you ever become so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved__ hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?

He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear

To be as vehement as he is is to be almost non-committal.

That's why writers write__o say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.

Life is hard enough. So don__ surround yourself with people who thrive on drama and make it even harder.

You say your life is your own. But can you dare to ignore the chance that you are taking part in a gigantic drama under the orders of a divine Producer? Your cue may not come till the end of the play--it may be totally unimportant, a mere walking-on part, but upon it may hang the issues of the play if you do not give the cue to another player. The whole edifice may crumple. You as you, may not matter to anyone in the world, but you as a person in a particular place may matter unimaginably.

Wow, Skye._ He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn__ react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. __kay, I__ going to sit on your friend__ bed._ He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense I__ trapped and I don__ like it. I don__ want to ever feel like that again. __ou should go,_ I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper.He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I don__ drink mine. I don__ even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. I__ having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair.__an I say something before I go?_ he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure I__ able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. ____ not the enemy. I__ not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you__e already hurting, but I__ someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.

There's something to say about inspiration - when it comes into your life...the feeling is insatiable.

Chorus of old men: How true the saying: 'Tis impossible to live with the baggages, impossible to live without 'em.

I don't think it will ever be too late for her, that she still holds out hope that one day he'll see what he left for never replaced what he gave up.

Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.

A man who respects his wife, does not sleep with other women. And a woman who respects herself does not allow her husband to get away with it

We left the nursery in silence, Ma smoking a roll-up, looking like she hadn__ slept in a week or maybe like she had slept for a whole week. When the nursery was just a grubby finger smudge behind us Ma looked down at me and said in her poshed-up telephone voice: __ill you speak to Janie about swearing? Fuckin_ busybody!__ laughed and swung our linked hands.__ye, fuckin_ busybody.__leas of laughter escaped us and spiraled up into the hot, blue Scottish sky. We laughed all the way home

He had wanted to cure the virus by getting rid of the source, but nothing prepared him for the hurt and disappointment he saw in her eyes.