Talent Is Like A Faucet,

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

Don't Make The Mistake Of Believing It's Enough To Reproduce The Realities Of Life.... The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape, And To Do It By Every Conceivable Artifice.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me