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