I like you; your eyes are full of language."[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

Clover['s] eyes are full of language.

I like dogs that bark a little. The silent ones scare me.

What they failed to understand was that a creative person can never restrict himself/herself within a particular time-frame. I was no longer a school-going boy. The writer in me revolted – I started to voice my likes and dislikes.