“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.”

“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.”

“I'm going to talk to her.""And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”

“The PretenderKeep you in the dark you know they all pretendKeep you in the dark and so it all beganSend in your skeletonsSing as their bones come marching in againThe need you buried deepThe secrets that you keep are at the ready, are you ready?I'm finished making senseDone pleading ignorance that whole defenseSpinning infinity, but the wheel is spinning meIt's never ending, never endingSame old storyWhat if I say I'm not like the othersWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your playsYou're the pretenderWhat if I say I will never surrenderWhat if I say I'm not like the othersWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your playsYou're the pretenderWhat if I say that I'll never surrenderIn time or so I'm toldI'm just another soul for sale, oh wellThe page is out of printWe are not permanent, we're temporary, temporarySame old storyWhat if I say I'm not like the othersWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your playsYou're the pretenderWhat if I say that I'll never surrenderWhat if I say I'm not like the othersWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your playsYou're the pretenderWhat if I say I will never surrenderI'm the voice inside your head, you refuse to hearI'm the face that you have to face, mirrored in your stareI'm what's left, I'm what's right, I'm the enemyI'm the hand that'll take you down, bring you to your kneesSo, who are you?Yeah, who are you?Yeah, who are you?Yeah, who are you?Keep you in the dark you know they all pretendWhat if I say I'm not like the othersWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your playsYou're the pretenderWhat if I say I will never surrenderWhat if I say I'm not like the othersWhat if I say I'm not just another one of your playsYou're the pretenderWhat if I say that I'll never surrenderWhat if I say I'm not like the others?(Keep you in the dark)What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays(You know they all)You're the pretender(Pretend)What if I say I will never surrenderWhat if I say I'm not like the others?(Keep you in the dark)What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays(You know they all)You're the pretender(Pretend)What if I say I will never surrenderSo who are youYeah who are youYeah who are you!”

“Say something," demanded Fancie. "Why don't you say something?""What can I say?""Say that I'm young-that I'll get over it. Go ahead and say it. Go ahead and lie.""I know that's what people say-you'll get over it. I'd say it too. But I know it's not true. Oh, you'll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.”

“But if a stranger in the train asks me my occupation, I never answer "writer" for fear that he may go on to ask me what I write, and to answer "poetry" would embarrass us both, for we both know that nobody can earn a living simply by writing poetry.”