The older we become, the more certain our future.

Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.

I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.

The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.

Unlike other vices, cruelty, alas, is never boring.

The gods are watching, but idly, yawning.

Family romances are the only ones that never turn out happily.