And that is exactly how I feel about you, Henry Miller

He writes about his acquaintance Moldorf in the Tropic of Cancer, though the same description could apply to how I feel about his writing:

I have had opinions about him which I have discarded; I have other opinions which I am revising. I have pinned him down only to find that it was not a dungbeetle I had in my hands, but a dragonfly. He has offended me by his coarseness and then overwhelmed me with his delicacy. He has been voluble to the point of suffocation, then quiet as the Jordan.