Where white is black and black is white, I won.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.

Applause is the beginning of abuse

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it