It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

It is fatal to decide, intellectually, what good poetry is because you are then in honour bound to try to write it, instead of the poems that only you can write.

I have wished you something None of the others would.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously.

Get stewed:Books are a load of crap.

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.