To Write It, It Took Three Months;

My God,' He Gasped, 'you're Fun To Kiss.

That Voice Was A Deathless Song.

If I Knew Words Enough, I Could Write The Longest Love Letter In The World And Never Get Tired

At Eighteen Our Convictions Are Hills From Which We Look; At Forty-five They Are Caves In Which We Hide.

Boredom Is Not An End-product, Is Comparatively Rather An Early Stage In Life And Art. You've Got To Go By Or Past Or Through Boredom, As Through A Filter, Before The Clear Product Emerges.