I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.
Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.
I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me.