When talent fails, indignation writes the verse.
Children say they are unhappy in every language they have. They say it in silence, and they say it in riots.
If I could only write, I'd write a nasty letter to the mayor, if he could only read.
I'm angry. Yes, I am outraged. Yes, I have thought an awful lot about blowing up the White House.
Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue.
Hale!' Kat cried, but the boy only stared at her. 'Fine,' she conceded. 'I love your boat.' 'Ship.' 'Ship ... Your ship is beautiful.
