“The stars blink like a hairnet that was dropped / on a seat and now it is lying in the alley behind / the theatre where my play is echoed by dying voices.”

“Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie underthem, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.”

“The stars fellone by one into his eyes and burnt.”

“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”

“I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to.”

“I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!”

“ Andalways embrace things, people earthsky stars, as I do, freely and withthe appropriate sense of space. ”