“I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.”

Between the double and the single bell Of a ship’s hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below

Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow.

We literally lived underground. We dug a hole and lived there for years. My father cleaned public toilets, even though he was a highly respected poet.

I feel that I’ve lived and see the same evolution in this regard around disability.

Once again, we find ourselves back in the unknown – not in the idea of the unknown, but in the lived reality of it. It’s the mind humbled, on its knees, with bare feet and free of the known.

Each feminist work has tended to be received as if it emerged from nowhere; as if each one of us had lived, thought, and worked without any historical past or contextual present.

I was born and raised in Dallas, Texas and seasonally lived in New Orleans and Boston.

I think part of what makes movies special is that it is a relatively intimate environment and it’s pretty short-lived.

We have lived with violence far too long.

I wouldn’t trust the best fifteen minutes I ever lived to get me into heaven.