Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.

Poetry, I Feel, Is A Tyrannical Discipline. You've Got To Go So Far, So Fast, In Such A Small Space, That You've Got To Burn Away All The Peripherals.

I Think Writers Are The Most Narcissistic People. Well, I Musn't Say This, I Like Many Of Them, A Great Many Of My Friends Are Writers.

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.