"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,And posting it."
- Amy Lowell
"You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow"
"For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives."
"A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume..."
"The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by a candle. Puffs of darkness sweep into the corners, and keep rolling through the room behind his ch..."
"All books are either dreams or swords,You can cut, or you can drug, with words. "
"All books are either dreams or swords."
"Christ! What are patterns for?"
"Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease."
"Happiness to some is elation to others it is mere stagnation."