I will not take "but" for an answer.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.

I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.

I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?