They call her love, love, love, love, love. She is love, and she is all I need.

With bated breath we wait for the scent of perfection, accompanied by the freshness of love.

Have the courage to make a mistake.

I want to read Keats and Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.

Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.

Warfare is the father of all good things, it is also the father of good prose!

When I do something, I like it when it's perfect. I'm kind of hard on myself that way.

I feel like everything has happened naturally.

Hey can mean anything. It can mean yes, it can mean maybe, it could mean no, it could mean next week. Hey, the bottom line is you have to understand me to understand hey.

We need to play each others instruments.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience ?in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.