Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.

Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big shoulders.

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.

A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.