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