Frosting Freedom Is Just Frosting On Somebody

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

Your Explanation Depresses Me," I Said. "your Nonsense Depresses Me," Said Simple.

I Swear To The Lord, I Still Can't See, Why Democracy Means, Everybody But Me.

I Did Not Believe Political Directives Could Be Successfully Applied To Creative Writing . . . Not To Poetry Or Fiction, Which To Be Valid Had To Express As Truthfully As Possible The Individual Emotions And Reactions Of The Writer.

Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Goodness Be Wasted Forever. Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Return Be Never.