See the cat at love, rolling with its sweetheart, up and over, with shriek and moan. But if a person comes by, they break away, sit separate upon a fence washing their faces - and might never have met at all.

Colours are what drive me most strongly.

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever.

A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.