“Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.”

“I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.”

“And through the spaces of the darkMidnight shakes the memoryAs a madman shakes a dead geranium.”

“the communication/of the dead is tongued with fire beyond/the language of the living"--The Little Gidding”

“No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.”

“April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.”

“Well here again that don't applyBut I've gotta use words when I talk to you.”