I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.

I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.

I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most are the Americans. There are very few contemporary English poets that I admire.

My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.