“Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.”

“I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.”

“The Elephant of Depression wasn't just parked on my chest, it was relaxing there with the Walrus of Gloom and the Hippo of Bleak Friday Nights in Alone. They had beers. They were settling in.”

“Spend the glittering moonlight therePursuing down the soundless deepLimbs that gleam and shadowy hair,Or floating lazy, half-asleep.Dive and double and follow after,Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,With lips that fade, and human laughterAnd faces individual,Well this side of Paradise! . . .There's little comfort in the wise.”

“The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.”

“I want to tie one thousand balloons around my neckand float upwhile slowly dying of happiness.”