Poetry begins where certitude ends.

In the midst of our happiness we were very pleased.

Let’s play two.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn’t know I already knew.

The art of running the mile consists, in essence, of reaching the threshold of consciousness at the instant of breasting the tape.

I like restraint—if doesn’t go too far.

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

Keep your eye clear and hit ’em where they ain’t.

A work of art is never completed, merely abandoned.

Poetry is a dream dreamed in the presence of reason.

Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.

There is only one plot: Things are not what they seem.