Joseph

“Yes, I'm shallow, I don't mind admitting it. Perhaps I should admit that there's no end to the depths of my shallowness.”
― Franny Billingsley, Chime

“Teddy looked at him directly for the first time. “Are you a poet?” he asked. “A poet?” Nicholson said. “Lord, no. Alas, no. Why do you ask?” “I don’t know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.”
― J.D. Salinger, Nine Stories