You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. ... We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Homer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.

I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-

Caught between the tongue and the taste.