Jack

“You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.”
― Billy Collins

“While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.”
― Billy Collins

“But tonight, the lion of contentment has placed a warm heavy paw on my chest. ”
― Billy Collins

“It seems only yesterday that I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.”
― Billy Collins