The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.

You may be a Founding Father and all that, but you still leave an occasional skidmark in your underdrawers.

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding, no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence. Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!

We, all of us, could do a much better job of evoking what someone has called the universal principle of human altruism: the urge in us all to help others who are in danger.

Written By Bart Starr

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