Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage. - J. D. Salinger

Then the carousel started, and I watched her go round and round...All the kids tried to grap for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she's fall off the goddam horse, but I didn't say or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it is bad to say anything to them.

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

Well. He's a very sensitive boy. He's really never been a terribly good mixer with other boys...'

Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddamn toilet seat.