Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

Sentimentality Is Loving Something More Than God Does.

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally.

An Artist's Only Concern Is To Shoot For Some Kind Of Perfection, And On His Own Terms, Not Anyone Else's.

You Take A Really Sleepy Man, Esmé, And He Always Stands A Chance Of Again Becoming A Man With All His Fac — With All His F-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s Intact.

I Don't Exactly Know What I Mean By That, But I Mean It.