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