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“In any case, the second point could be safely billed as the gist of Robert Frost's nature poetry. Nature for this poet is neither friend nor foe, nor is it the backdrop for human drama; it is this poet's terrifying self-portrait.”
― Joseph Brodsky, On Grief And Reason

“suddenly, the solitude only seemed tragic, the result of a longing that could never be fulfilled. Either you had a wounded childhood and continually seeking wholeness the rest of your life or you had an idyllic childhood and want the feeling of it back. Either way, the journey's impossible; it's easier to fly to the moon.”
― Tim Bowling, The Call of the Red-Winged Blackbird: Essays on the Common and Extraordinary

“One may enter the literary parlor via just about any door, be it the prison door, the madhouse door, or the brothel door. There is but one door one may not enter it through, which is the nursery door. The critics will never forgive you such. The great Rudyard Kipling is one to have suffered this. I keep wondering to myself what this peculiar contempt towards anything related to childhood is all about.”
― Michael Ende

“To be in any form, what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)
If nothing lay more develop’d the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.
Mine is no callous shell,
I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop,
They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy,
To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand.”
― Walt Whitman