There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.
There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.
If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.
I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get published, turning out pure crap under a name that has become a bad habit. The next poem is all that counts. You can't stand on past poems.
since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light