Even a graphomaniac is an extremely complicated person.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

I'm drowning in papers.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.