The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
Poetry is the deification of reality.
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.
Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.