You Really Ought To Read More Books

For Awhile After You Quit Keats All Other Poetry Seems To Be Only Whistling Or Humming.

Nothing Any Good Isn't Hard.

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.

Cut Out All These Exclamation Points. An Exclamation Point Is Like Laughing At Your Own Joke.

A Stirring Warmth Flowed From Her, As If Her Heart Was Trying To Come Out To You Concealed In One Of Those Breathless, Thrilling Words.