In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetIt’s too bad war gets all the attention; it’s too bad the plant is easier to see than the root.
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetWhat a comfort to know that God is a poet.
Evolving in Monkey Town: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask the QuestionsReally, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?
The Graveyard BookHeaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.
Busman's Honeymoon