Once I Worshipped Keats For Dying Young.

Gossip Is The Opiate Of The Oppressed.

If, Every Day, I Dare To Remember That I Am Here On Loan, That This House, This Hillside, These Minutes Are All Leased To Me, Not Given, I Will Never Despair.

There Is A Rhythm To The Ending Of A Marriage Just Like The Rhythm Of A Courtship, Only Backward.

... What Is Great Poetry, After All, But The Continuation Of The Human Voice After Death?

Birth Is The Start Of Loneliness And Loneliness The Start Of Poetry.