A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

How first you knew me in a book I wrote,
How first you loved me for a written line

"Oh, the things I haven’t seen and the things I haven’t known,
What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown,
And yanked both ways by my mother and my father,
With a "Which would you better?" and a "Which would you rather?"

With him for a sire and her for a dam,
What should I be but just what I am?"

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.