I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.

Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer, Broader, Deeper, More Enjoyable Than Poems.

I Like Spaghetti Because You Don't Have To Take Your Eyes Off The Book To Pick About Among It, It's All The Same.

One Of The Sadder Things, I Think, Is How Our Birthdays Slowly Sink: Presents And Parties Disappear, The Cards Grow Fewer Year By Year, Till, When One Reaches Sixty-five, How Many Care We're Still Alive?

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.