Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
We human beings regard ourselves as (or compare ourselves to) animals only when it suits us.
If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.
Love is not all about loving everything perfect, it is when someones corrosive nature is the only thing that glues you to them which you wished it were never there.
Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness
I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand...
A man is not for you when all he knows is to slam your back on the bed and ram into you like a wild fool. The interested ones are the ones so interested that they become very interested in only intere...
Going somewhere? Tamlin asked. His voice was not entirely of this world.I suppressed a shudder. Midnight snack, I said, and I was keenly aware of every movement, every breath I took as I neared him.Hi...
When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!
Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.