I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Polyphonic prose is a kind of free verse, except that it is still freer. Polyphonic makes full use of cadence, rime, alliteration, assonance.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Don’t leave me, Em. You’re my salvation.

The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.

I have an office in Argentina, I go there every day, so I work.

Yes there is a little group of soccer aficionados, but I am not one of them.

An image can only be one element in constructing a sequence of understanding.

Ah, Signor Halt,' he said uncertainly, 'you are making a joke, yes?' 'He is making a joke, no,' Will said. 'But he likes to think he is making a joke, yes.

Lying on a feather mattress or quilt will not bring you renown.

When I told my wife she was lousy in bed - she went out - she got a second opinion.

Mathematics may be a way of developing physically, that is anatomically, new connections in the brain.

A man--be the heavens ever praised!--is sufficient for himself.