How We Need Another Soul To Cling

I Thought How Strange It Had Never Occurred To Me Before That I Was Only Purely Happy Until I Was Nine Years Old.

If Only A Group Of People Were More Important To Me Than The Idea Of A Novel, I Might Begin A Novel.

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

Poetry, I Feel, Is A Tyrannical Discipline, You've Got To Go So Far, So Fast, In Such A Small Space That You've Just Got To Turn Away All The Peripherals.

I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?