We Tend To Put Poems Into Factions.

I Deliberately Decided To Write A Kind Of Guide To Leather Bars For Straight People, For People Not Into Leather, So That People Could See What It Was All About.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

I Had Assumed That I Would Age With All My Friends Growing Old Around Me, Dying Off Very Gradually One By One. And Here Was A Plague That Cut Them Off So Early.

We Control The Content Of Our Dreams.

I Work Best In Rhyme And Meter. I Was Most Confident Of Myself In That Way.