Yet realism and poetry are interfusable, if the poet has a poetic purpose and the spiritual light without which the mot juste will not come on moth-wings to him; […]

Marc Spector: It turns out that I am what you call cash poor (Marc Spector: Moon Knight #1, June 1, 1989.)

Þai gun hem boþe armi In iren and stiel þat tide.

[Skins] must be submitted to several washings, treadings, and stretchings, before they acquire the necessary pliancy.