But Did Thee Feel The Earth Move?

For Luck You Carried A Horse Chestnut And A Rabbit?s Foot In Your Right Pocket. The Fur Had Been Worn Off The Rabbit?s Foot Long Ago And The Bones And The Sinews Were Polished By The Wear. The Claws Scratched In The Lining Of Your Pocket And You Knew Your Luck Was Still There.

When Spring Came, Even The False Spring, There Were No Problems Except Where To Be Happiest.

I Am Glad We Do Not Have To Try To Kill The Stars.

Drinking Wine Was Not A Snobbism Nor A Sign Of Sophistication Nor A Cult; It Was As Natural As Eating And To Me As Necessary.

The Better The Writers The Less They Will Speak About What They Have Written Themselves.