Love's the only thing I've thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That's what I always dreamed of, of meeting somebody an...d falling in love. And when that remarkable thing happened, I was going to recite poetry to her for hours about how her heart's an angel's wing and her hair the strings of a heavenly harp. Instead I got drunk and hollered at her and called her a harpy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I wasn't at all prepared for the avalanche of criticism that overwhelmed me. You would have thought I had murdered someone, and... perhaps I had, but only to give her successor a chance to live. It was a very sad business indeed to be made to feel that my success depended solely, or at least in large part, on a head of hair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cooled... To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »