Two Daiquiris Withdrew Into A Corner Of

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

Praise Will Lead You To Vanity, And Blame Will Lead You To Self-pity, And Both Are Bad For Writers.

These Songs Are Not Meant To Be Understood, You Understand. They Are Only Meant To Terrify & Comfort.

I Didn't Want To Be Like Yeats; I Wanted To Be Yeats.

I Can Offer You Only: This World Like A Knife