Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

One Must Be Ruthless With One's Own Writing Or Someone Else Will Be.

Offering Dragons Quarter Is No Good, They Regrow All Their Parts And Come On Again. They Have To Be Killed.

We Must Travel In The Direction Of Our Fear.

I Can Offer You Only: This World Like A Knife

I Am So Wise I Had My Mouth Sewn Shut.