You see the world in colors,I see in Black and Red.
You see the world in colors,I see in Black and Red.
to hell with literaturewe want something redblooded
The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.
We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.
The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.
Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.
He thought others were small; that was his greatness.
Every kingdom has three pillars: Poet, Sword and Law.
Call them from their houses, and teach them to dream.
From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.
The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.