“Wasn't I rapt?Wasn't I ravished?”
“It wasn't necessarily that I wasn't a fan of fairies. Really. It wasn't that. It was that I wasn't a fan of being taken hostage by a group of fairies.”
“Maybe I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad. I was just . . . there.”
“It wasn't like I had a plan, but it wasn't a mistake.”
“I couldn't help but see; I wasn't blind. I couldn't help but admire; I wasn't dead”
“When I was a PoetEverything was Possiblethere wasn't Anythingthat wasn't Poetry”