Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight. The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.

Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

Being a poet is one of the unhealthier jobs--no regular hours, so many temptations!

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

I HATED the Salinger story. It took me days to go through it, gingerly, a page at a time, and blushing with embarrassment for him every ridiculous sentence of the way. How can they let him do it?

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.