Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

Witches Are Moon-birds, Witches Are The Women Of The False, Beautiful Moon.

I Must Be Mad, Or Very Tired, When The Curve Of A Blue Bay Beyond A Railroad Track Is Shrill And Sweet To Me Like The Sudden Springing Of A Tune, And The Sight Of A White Church Above Thin Trees In A City Square Amazes My Eyes As Though It Were The Parthenon.

Don’t Ask A Writer What He’s Working On. It’s Like Asking Someone With Cancer On The Progress Of His Disease.