I like restraint—if doesn’t go too far.
The art of running the mile consists, in essence, of reaching the threshold of consciousness at the instant of breasting the tape.
For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn’t know I already knew.
Poetry begins where certitude ends.
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
Let’s play two.
Keep your eye clear and hit ’em where they ain’t.
Poetry is a dream dreamed in the presence of reason.
There is only one plot: Things are not what they seem.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
In the midst of our happiness we were very pleased.
Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.
A work of art is never completed, merely abandoned.