How Grudging Memory Is, And How Bitterly

You See, Nothing Matters Except Pleasure - Which Is The Opposite Of Happiness, Its Tragic Part, I Expect.

I Have Done So Many Things In My Life," She Said To The Mirror. "evil Things, Perhaps. But Never Unattentively, Never Wastefully...was I Wrong?

A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.

Music Is Only Love Looking For Words.

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.