Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.

Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued.

No honest theologian therefore can deny that his acceptance of Jesus as Christ logically binds every Christian to a belief in reincarnation - in Elias case (who was later John the Baptist) at least.

Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.

Haunted Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine, Roar through the darkness, stamp and sing And lay ghost hands on everything, But leave the noonday's warm sunshine To living lads for mirth and wine. I met you suddenly down the street, Strangers assume your phantom faces, You grin at me from daylight places, Dead, long dead, I'm ashamed to greet Dead men down the morning street.