“What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe - and all is gone.” GivingWritingDoneGoneFateModernPoetCriticsWipeSpitSlate Author:Thomas Hood
“Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.” PeopleIfsGivingReasonActionFoundEmotionCryTasteVery GoodToxicDespiseFoulSpitPeanutsExaminingInsecticides Book:The only good thing anyone has ever done: a novel Source: The only good thing anyone has ever done: a novel