Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.

Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be.

My trouble is I'm the sort of writer who only finds out what he's getting at by the time he's got to the end of it.

Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate