He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.