How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

Poets are always taking the weather so personally.

People are always ruining things for you.

You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.

Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.

... even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please.

Some of my best friedns are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children.