And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.

Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows

All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

An idea is a feat of association.