“I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones. ”
“The arts are not frosting but baking soda.”
“Fortune's fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.”
“You've baked a really lovely cake, but then you've used dog shit for frosting.”
“I was born trash in a land where the people all believe themselves natural aristocrats.”
“I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.”