# Quote — John Fante, Ask The Dust

> Write her a poem, spill your heart to her in sweet cadences; but I didn't know how to write poetry. It was love and dove with me, bad rhymes, blundering sentiment. Oh Christ in Heaven, I'm no writer: I can't even put down a little quatrain. I'm no good in this world. I stood at the window and waved my hands at the sky; no good at all, just a cheap fake; neither writer nor lover; neither fish nor fowl.

- Author: [John Fante](https://www.leafyquotes.com/john-fante.md)
- Book: [Ask The Dust](https://www.leafyquotes.com/john-fante/ask-the-dust.md)
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