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

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.

I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

I don't know what started me, I just wrote poetry from the time was quite small. I guess I liked nursery rhymes and I guess I thought I could do the same thing. I wrote my first poem, my first published poem, when I was eight-and-a-half years old. It came out in The Boston Traveller and from then on, I suppose, I've been a bit of a professional.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.