Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.

No bad man can be a good poet.