Courage Is Like A Disobedient

We Cling To Our Last Pleasures As The Tree Clings To Its Last Leaves.

But The More Poetry One Reads The More One Longs To Read!

I Don't Believe Other People Are Ever As Foolishly Excited As I Am While I'm Working. How Could They Be? Writers Would Have To Live In Trees.

You Are A Queen. Let Mine Be The Joy Of Giving You Your Kingdom.

I Love The Night. I Love To Feel The Tide Of Darkness Rising, Slowly And Slowly Washing, Turning Over And Over, Lifting, Floating, All That Lies Strewn Upon The Dark Beach, All That Lies Hid In Rocky Hollows.