Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

I Want To Appear Ordinary, But I Have It Understood That I Am Not.

Spontaneity Comes After Skill, Not Before.

The Desire To Create Literature Leads To Frights, Grunts, And Coy Looks.

Rhyme And Meter Force Gaps In Meaning So The Muse Can Enter.

A Sure Cure For Boredom: Fast Until You Are Ravenous.