Donโt ask a writer what heโs working on. Itโs like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
Amy LowellHappiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
Amy LowellOn the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. Youth condemns; maturity condones.
Amy Lowell