There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library.

Children know from a remarkably early age that things are being kept from them, that grown-ups participate in a world of mysteries.

Mysteries, like the Masonic rites, are ones parents and elders are sworn not to reveal to the uninitiated, which include all children. And so we sought for signs.

It doesn't seem to me strange that children should like the macabre, the sensational, and the forbidden.