Desire Doubled Is Love And Love Doubled

The Man Has A Theory. The Woman Has Hipbones. Here Comes Death.

What Makes Life Life And Not A Simple Story? Jagged Bits Moving Never Still, All Along The Wall.

We Are Only Midway Through The Central Verse Of Our Youth When We See Ourselves Begin To Blacken. ... We Had Been Seduced Into Thinking That We Were Immortal And Suddenly The Affair Is Over.

I Never Had Much Education In English Poetry As Such.

I Was More Worn Out With The "odyssey" Than It Was With The "iliad." I Mean, Just Comparing Those Two - You Can See How It's Changing, How The Language Of The "iliad" Is Somehow Monstrously New - And That Language Of The "odyssey" Is More Comfortable, Even For Us.