You’ve Always Got Me” “always?”

I've Held A Brain In My Hands, Which Is An Extraordinary Experience.

I'm A Poet,' The Young Man Said, 'and It's My Job To Remember The Sadness Of Things.

You Have To Taste The Sour Urine Before You Break The Jug.

Well, It Was Most Likely Too Late; There Would Not Be Time For Me To Flagellate Myself For Every Dishonorable Deed In That List, Nor Any Chance To Make Good The Harms I’d Done. Minor Harms, To Be Sure, In The Scheme Of Things; But Large Enough To Regret.

One Part Of Love Is Innocence One Part Of Love Is Guilt One Part The Milk That In A Sense Is Soured As Soon As Spilt One Part Of Love Is Sentiment One Part Of Love Is Lust One Part Is The Presentiment Of Our Return To Dust