“Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done”

“Come, gentle harp, and let me hold
Communion with thy melody,
And be my tale of sorrow told
To thee, my harp, and only thee.”

“That night my parents told me what my cousin had suggested. I said no, absolutely not! I turned and walked away as fast as I could. My parents really had no idea how much it had hurt me all these years to go to school. I was done with all book learning.”

“Why cover the same ground again?… It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.”

“Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.”

“Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.”

“Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!”

“I love my enemies for two reasons: they inspire me to recognise my weakness. They also inspire me to perfect my imperfect nature.”

“Flow my tears, fall from your springs,
Exil'd for ever: let me mourn
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.”

“daddy says the world is
a drum tight and hard
and i told him
i’m gonna beat
out my own rhythm”