We Write Poems / As Leaves Give

A Concern With 'public Morality' Is - If Not The Last Refuge Of A Scoundrel - The First Foray Of The Fascist.

Nothing Quite Has Reality For Me Till I Write It All Down--revising And Embellishing As I Go. I'm Always Waiting For Things To Be Over So I Can Get Home And Commit Them To Paper.

Underneath It All, You Longed To Be Annihilated By Love.

One Writes Not By Will But By Surrender.

Plot Is Just A Fancy Way Of Saying 'and Then.