Poetry is ordinary language raised to the nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words. – Paul Engle, New York Times, 17 February 1957
Weve all seen the mom who devotes all her time and attention to her child and is so hungry for adult interaction that as soon as shes around another adult, shes not paying attention anymore. – Cynthia Nixon
