I am! I have come through! I belong!

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.

The greatest cunning is to have none at all.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.