Men Marry What They Need. I Marry

Boys Are The Cash Of War. Whoever Said: We're Not Free Spenders- Doesn't Know Our Like.

Let Our Love Be Like An Arch- Two Weaknesses Leaning Together To Form One Strength.

Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

If A Man Means His Writing Seriously, He Must Mean To Write Well. But How Can He Write Well Until He Learns To See What He Has Written Badly. His Progress Toward Good Writing And His Recognition Of Bad Writing Are Bound To Unfold At Something Like The Same Rate.

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.