I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.
Frank O'HaraBut it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it.
Frank O'Hara