O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
“But if I have a lot of imagination, I could tell myself whatever I wanted, you know. I handle myself quite well. I'm kind of fascist with myself, you know. There's no discussion. There is an order. You follow it.”
“I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know. It was something I always did.”