Their spirits and their visions are embodied in their craft. And so is mine. It's not Jane Saw Puff. But the clarity of Jane Saw Puff is precious to me.

I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.

The amount of horror one used to hear about in one village could be quite extreme. But one might not have heard about all the other villages' horrors at the same time.

This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

The older I get, the more I feel.

I didn't have time to sit down and look at the work of a year and choose what to type.

I'm probably so out of it at my age that I don't know what people think.