I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.

The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.

I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else.

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.

You must have some money if you are going to live simply. It need not be much, but you must have some.

Life in the [London] suburb is richer at the lower levels. At these levels the people are not self-conscious at all, they are at liberty to be as eccentric as they please, they do not know that they are eccentric.