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

She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.

If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.

Sex is something I really don't understand too hot.

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.