Wine comes in at the mouthA Drinking Song, W. B. Yeats (via millionsmillions)
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Wine comes in at the mouthA Drinking Song, W. B. Yeats (via millionsmillions)
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
I’m going to have a big enough influence on you as it is, she said. You’re going to want to please me just for being your teacher. So I don’t want you trying to imitate me. I don’t want you to write like me. And she paused here. I want you to write like you.ALEXANDER CHEE, re: ANNIE DILLARD, http://www.themorningnews.org/article/annie-dillard-and-the-writing-life
“We do not accept that ours will ever be a nation of ‘haves’ and ‘have-nots’: we must always be a nation of ‘haves’ and ‘soon-to-haves.’”—
Republican governor MITCH “I really said that” DANIELS, in delivering the GOP response to the State of the Union Tuesday night.
Continuing the Republican theme of “I deny that this nation has poor people, impoverished people, and what other civilized societies might otherwise term ‘the underclass.’”
(via inothernews)
The great, sad irony is that Mitch Daniels has reamed education funding in Indiana, and it will be damn hard for future generations to acquire the luxuries of the “haves” when our state government has failed them so miserably.
Have you ever asked yourself “Why doesn’t someone write a poem about Phylicia Rashad”?
“Can you see her? Look! There, she’s Deena in Dreamgirls; she’s a munchkin in The Wiz; and she’s Courtney Wright from the daytime soap, One Life to Live.”
How is this a real thing? Her book title gives me life.
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