I Love The Rain. I Want The

You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me And You'd Never Hear It Touch Bottom.

To Be Alive And To Be A ‘writer’ Is Enough.

No, No The Mind I Love Must Still Have Wild Places - A Tangled Orchard Where Dark Damsons Drop In The Heavy Grass, An Overgrown Litde Wood, The Chance Of A Snake Or Two (real Snakes), A Pool That Nobody's Fathomed The Depth Of, And Paths Threaded With Those Litde Flowers Planted By The Wind.

It Is Strange That There Are Times When I Feel The Stars Are Not At All Solemn: They Are Secretly Gay.

My Love For You Tonight Is So Deep And Tender That It Seems To Be Outside Myself As Well.