All Of A Writer That Matters Is

Every Word I Say Has Chains Round Its Ankles; Every Thought I Think Is Weighted With Heavy Weights.

She Haunted Him, As An Ungenerous Action Haunts One.

What You Take To Be Hyprocrisy Is Sometimes A Certain Caution, Sometimes Genuine, Though Ponderous, Childish, Sometimes A Mixture Of Both.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.