Christ! What are patterns for?

“A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smel…”

“I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it…”

“Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer o…”

“All books are either dreams or swords,You can cut, or you can drug, with words. ”