My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.