twenty-eight years and a million words
The damage to my good suit is irreversible. At $100 a hole, it doesn't make sense to repair ~6 holes! So, now I have a new suit in progress. Bloody carpet beetles!
Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.
—T.S. Eliot