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