That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.

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

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.

She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.

The cards are stacked (quite properly, I imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we all sooner or later die.