That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ‘Tis too cold a companion: away with ‘t!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Every rejection, every phone call from my agent to say, “It didn’t go your way,” I felt the layers of my skin growing. “OK, cool, let’s move on.” You have to get beyond the fear of rejection and plow on because it’s intense.