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Well, I Love Fishing. I Wouldn't Kill A Fly Myself But I've No Hesitation In Killing A Fish. A Lot Of Men Are Like That. No Bother. Out You Come. Thump. And That's Not The Only Reason.

I Never Think About Poetry Except When I'm Writing It. I Mean My Poetry.

I Learned Words, I Learned Words; But Half Of Them Died From Lack Of Exercise. And The Ones I Use Often Look At Me With A Look That Whispers, Liar.

Anybody Who Writes Doesn't Like To Be Misunderstood.

I Only Keep Books That I Like Very Much. Otherwise I'd Throw Them Out.