First publication is a pure, carnal leap into that dark which one dreams is life.

I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.

It took most people a lifetime to join the human race.

'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.

Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

Speech isn't for agony.

Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.