An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
There is something exciting about being in an environment in which it’s really cool to be smart.
Pretty much any time I got a chance to do something cool, I tried to grab for it, and that’s where my solace comes from.
‘Griot’ is a French word which means, you know, really, literally, ‘cry.’ You know, like the town crier. You know, they come in and say, you know, ‘It’s nine o’clock; everything is cool.’ You know, ‘President Bush is a fool.’ I mean, stuff like that just to tell you. But for the kind of, the African thing is called djali.