Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.